"I love you" Sherlock whispered in that matter-of-factly tone of voice that he always has.
"I love you too, Sherlock. Now please don't do this" John pleaded, his eyes blurring with tears as he stared up at the horrifying sight of the man on the ledge. He clenched his cane tight in his hand, praying that he would wake up in his bed, in that same flat, with Sherlock causing havoc in the living room like always.
"I have to do this, John. I'm sorry" Sherlock mumbled a half hearted goodbye as he dropped his phone onto the roof top, standing on the edge of the stone roof of the hospital. He took one look over at John as he dropped his cane from his hand onto the cement sidewalk, holding his head and stumbling foreword yelling something along the lines of 'you can't do this, so many people will miss you'
Sherlock took one painfully slow step foreword, falling to the awaiting sidewalk below with a loud crack.
John ran over to where Sherlocks body had landed, screaming his name as police and ambulance attendants shoved him and everyone else back. "Please, he's a friend. I need to see him" he pleaded to one of the police officers.
"I'm sorry. But he passed away on impact" The police officer, whose name tag said 'duddles', mumbled calmly to John.
"No, he can't be. I need him" John croaked out as more and more tears made their way down his face. "Sherlock..." He cried, collapsing to the ground on his knees, sobs wracking at his chest as he watched the ambulance drive away with his best friend inside.
It's been a few days since the wake, the funeral, and the burial of the well known Sherlock Holmes. The news shocked everyone with the headline in the newspapers of 'Beloved detective jumps to death after being exposed as fake' and after Johns speech at his funeral, 'John Watson delivers heartbreaking speech about lost best friend'.
The news hit everyone like a truck, many thought it was a publicity stunt but others knew that it had to be true.
John refused to accept that he was gone. He would still wake up at the same time every morning, knock on Sherlocks door to see if he was awake, make two cups of tea and sit in his chair, across from where Sherlock sat.
He refused to work, to leave the house, to eat. He refused to give up the thought that Sherlock was gone. That is... Until the day he jumped himself.
'John Watson jumps after losing best friend'
The headline spread across the world, news of Johns heartbreak was everywhere. Everyone had theory's, eyewitnesses said he was screaming Sherlocks name as he fell, but only few knew of exactly why John followed him into the cold abyss of death.
He couldn't live without his heart
And Sherlock had stolen it.
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'John Watson
Followed his heart'
