John gently placed the yellow flowers on the damp grass. He ran his fingers along the cool black marble, tracing Sherlock's name slowly, following the engraving on the headstone. He admired the contrast of the dark stone and the brightly coloured flowers, imaging if the petals had been red. How much better that would've looked.
"Happy friendiversary" he murmured. The words stung on his tongue. A sudden wave of sadness passed through his body as he placed his hands on the ground, staring at the words on the gravestone. They seemed to taunt him. As if that was all that was left of his friend. Just two words. Sherlock Holmes.
"It's not FAIR!" John yelled, hitting the cold grass with a clenched fist. The wind rustled around his head, pushing his short hair backwards. "Not fair." He repeated.
His head fell to his knees in utter defeat. He tried to push away the hot tears that threatened to fall, yet he failed. A small sob escaped his throat. Gathering courage, the blond opened his mouth and said the words he'd longed to say for years but hadn't been able form. "I love you, William Sherlock Scott Holmes" his voice broke. "I have since the day I met you. You're brilliant. You're caring." He sniffed. "You forgot that the earth goes around the sun but you remembered exactly what brand of crisps I like. You took the time to find out my jumper size and to learn what my favorite food is." He stood up and lifted his worn face, staring straight ahead. "I didn't deserve you Sherlock, but you didn't care."
The words he had just uttered flew around in his head. He knew it was silly and stupid that he had told his deceased friend that he was completely useless without his presence but it was the only way he could sleep. He almost laughed despite himself at the thought of sleep. He hadn't had a good nights sleep in a year. Every night his only thought was Sherlock. His soft voice. The times they'd spent together. The times that would never be relived.
John forced himself to turn away from the grave and drag his heavy feet through the wet leaves towards 221b Baker Street to gather his belongings. There was no way he could live in the same flat that his best friend had. He prayed Mrs Hudson would understand
Wow! It has been awhile! Sorry this chapter's so short. (And not that good😕) I've been quite busy with school and all that annoying crap to actually work on this. I was planning to leave it as just a two shot but I was prompted to continue. Thank you all so much for reading, and thank you AlwaysF1 for voting! Alright everyone, have a lovely evening/day♥️♥️
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The Fall
FanfictionA continuing story about the Reichenbach Fall! As the title so generously suggests.
