How it should be- Johnlock smut

How it should be

Walking into the flat I once shared with Sherlock, I was almost instantly greeted by Mrs. Hudson at the top of the stairs.

She spoke softly, a saddened smile plastered on her face.

"Hello, dear."

I looked at her, my chest tightened with concern.

"Is everything alright?"

She nodded and patted my arm.

"Oh, It's Sherlock. He's been staring out the window for nearly an hour. I can't get him to talk."

I frowned, and walked past her, making my way into the severely cluttered living room.

"Sherlock?" I looked at him; he was standing behind the large armchair, his back towards me.

His voice was low. "Yes?"

"Are you... okay?"

He slowly turned around to face me.

I felt my heart sink. The experience and memories of the bloodbath in the war were nothing compared to what I had just witnessed.

He had been crying.

I rushed over to him.

"bb why u sad"

"bcuz im gay 4 u jawn"

"o"

"yeah"

"i can make it better with the secks sherlock"

"ok"

I looked at Mrs. Hudson, who was now smiling.

A single tear rolled down her cheek.

Her voice was nearly a whisper.

"I bloody knew it."