I cried as it began raining.My muddy shoes made a sucking noise in the clay-like mud as I trudged away from the cemetery."Sherlock.Please.If you have the smallest and most miniscule amount of sentiment...or even remorse,you'll be okay.",I whispered as I walked away from his smooth,shining tombstone.I didn't feel like living.I walked slowly,not caring that I was soaking wet.I stared down at the rough cement as I walked and silently cried.No one was around.No one was here to comfort me.As usual.Damn that clever old detective.So daft and maybe the most brilliant person I will ever meet at the same tome
He trapped me in his orbit but he tore himself away from me,sending me flying into vast space.I laughed.'But what would that daft detective know about space?He doesn't even know about the solar system!',I thought to myself.As I got to my flat,I slowly opened the door and sighed,wanting to see Sherlock there.Wishing Sherlock was there.Hoping Sherlock would come.Praying he was coming.I made a cup of tea and sat in my usual dark corner and robbed as I turned on "Almost Lover" by A Fine Frenzy.For some very strange reason,it reminded me of him."Clever trick Sherlock.Clever trick.You made me sentimental about you when you had none so you could die.Leave me.But I just can't let you go.Can't you just let me be?",I said out loud.It stopped raining to reveal a yellow moon suspended in the foggy sky,glowing like a lantern.It illuminated the room like candlelight.Yellow moons always reminded me of Sherlock.Usually,the moon is white.Its the telltale color.But the yellow one is so much more uncommon.Unique,mysterious,and solitary.But all the same,beautiful in its own way.Like Sherlock.I slightly smiled.He said he was on the side of the angels but he definitely wansnt one of them.I guess he is now.The thought only made me cry more.I rested my head on my knees as I pulled them to my ches.I let silent tears stream down and sat bathed in moonlight and reminiscing about Sherlock.I soon two asleep with a throbbing head and puffy eyes.I dreamed about what would have happened if things were different.If he didn't leave me.If Moriarty never took interest in him.It was bloody beautiful and brilliant.I never wanted to wake up.And I could tell when I was just about ti wake up.Sherlock knew too.And I saw the sweetest sadness in his eyes.Then light burst through my vision as I opened my eyes a crack.
