Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 29: The Grave

John's POV (OH WOW)

Ms. Hudson left slowly, sniveling and sobbing to herself as she fishes out a handkerchief to blow her nose with. She got to the car and I motioned towards (Y/N), who was trying her best to keep it together.

"Anything you'd like to say, (Y/N)?" I was trying my hardest to stay strong in front of her. She gently patted me on the shoulder, then walked closer to the grave and kelt down to it.

"Oh Sherlock." She sighed, trying not to break down. "Sherlock this better be some sort of sick joke because - " her voice cracked, she leaned her hand against the tomb to try to regain herself. "I- I don't know how I can live without you... I really don't. You and John... brought back the adventure in my life." She inhaled sharply, wiping a tear streaming down her cheek.

I looked away from her. I remembered that she was right there. Right next to Sherlock. And she tried to follow him. I couldn't shake the thought of the fear running through my body at that moment.

"You were the smartest, most arrogant man I've ever met. But you were a good man. Nobody can tell me that you're fake. Nobody. No matter what." Her voice suddenly filled with anger, and I looked down at her with a concerned look on my face. She leaned into the tomb, gently placing a kiss next to his name. "I never really got to say it, but I love you Sherlock Holmes. You're my everything." She paused and inhaled a bit. "You were my everything." She whispered and then stood up, turning away from the stone as quickly as possible.

I wiped a tear in my eye as she nodded towards me and stood by my side. I nodded back to her and took a step towards the grave. 

"Um... mmm. You... you told me once that you weren't a hero. Umm... there were times I didn't even think you were human, but let me tell you this: you were the best man, and the most human... human being that I've ever known and no-one will ever convince me that you told me a lie, and so... There." I managed to stutter out before whimpering slightly. I took a look over my shoulder towards (Y/N) as I took another step closer towards the tomb.

"I was so alone, and I owe you so much." I said, placing my fingertips on the grave. "Okay." I muttered to myself, and began to walk away, but I stopped at the foot of the grave.

"No, please, there's just one more thing, mate, one more thing: one more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don't... be..." My voice breaks and fills with tears, and I was so close to being broken. "... dead. Would you do ...? Just for me, just stop it. Stop this." 

And I stood there, broken, weeping into my own hand. (Y/N) comes up behind me and wraps her arms around my waist. I inhale a deep breath and salute Sherlock, turning on my heel smartly and starting to walk away, draping my arm across (Y/N)'s shoulder.

We start to walk towards the call as I quickly wipe the tears streaming down my cheeks. She places her head on my shoulder and begins to sob. "Hey, hey, hey..." I coo, holding her closer. "It's going to be alright."

"Where am I going to go, John?" She asks shakily, burying her neck into my shoulder.

"Shhhh..." I said quietly, walking her to the car. "Just try and get some rest in the car... we have a long ride."

"I can't..." She whispered tearfully as I held the door open for her, quickly following behind.

"I know..." I said, as she placed her head on my knee, laying down and attempting to get some sleep. I started to stroke her (h/c) hair which was now greasy because she hadn't washed it since Sherlock died. "I know."

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SOOOOOO I'm going to hell... again. 

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. We're moving a little fast. We're skipping to the Sherlock reveal and not necessarily showing the effects that his death had on you. Mostly because what I had in mine is going to be very depressing and very emotionally triggering so I won't do it.

However, like I said, I wrote a song to go with this fanfiction and it goes right after this part, so I hope you guys enjoy it. 

Anyway, have a nice day!