This damn love, because of you
I can’t move even if I’m hurt
Even if I die, it’s only you
Without you, tears fill up my heart
It’s just black hell
To me, that’s who you are
John sighed, raising his eyes to the sky and facing it like he was waiting for a miracle.
Actually, he was.
It's been six months since everything with Sherlock's sister, Eurus, was over. Everything was finally good, in peace. London was safe, thanks to the detective. Rosie was able to live another year thanks to him.
Now, he went missing. For ten long weeks. Not even a single information about his location, or even if he was alive. Watson was already losing his hope.
John held his daughter on his lap and stood up from the bench, smiling to the kid while he looked around after another sigh.
"Hey, sweetie, where do you want to go now?" The blonde smiled softly, trying to hide his sadness for another lost day without news. "We can go home... Or we can go to that park you like so much. What do you think, love?"
"Particularly, I think you're exaggerating about talking with a baby."
John's legs froze. His arm lost his strength and he almost dropped Rosie on the ground. That voice... That voice. It was a dream? Was he hallucinating? He turned around, looking right straight to those light blue oceans that were Sherlock's eyes. He was wearing his trench coat, the dark blue scarf, and in his hand an energetic can was resting.
"Sherlock... You... You're back."
"John, I never left."
