The Fall

Sherlock's Realization

Sherlock ran his fingers through his dark curls, unsure of what to think.

He sat behind a bush, his gravestone barely in view, picking at a patch of dead grass.

His brain had slowed to unmeasurable lengths upon hearing John Watson's clear words. "I love you William Sherlock Scott Holmes" he repeated the tender phrase over and over again in his head, questioning to himself whether they had really been spoken.

He quickly checked his pulse, relieved that it had finally returned to its original state.

His eyes fluttered to the flowers that had been deposited so carefully onto the grass. They were daisies. Sherlock liked daisies. They had a nice air to them. Soft? Yes soft. He pondered, while plucking a rather big handful of grass from the ground and discarding it to the side.

Taking a large breath, Sherlock got to his feet and brushed his hands off of any dirt they might've previously carried. He made his way over to the headstone. Crouching down, he picked the daisies up and inspected them. They smelled lovely. Like John. The scent of warm cedar and hot coffee on a cold winters day. The smell of a warm coals in a fireplace mixing deliciously with a deep amber and a slight touch of vanilla. John.

Sherlock became aware of how desperately in love he was. How could anyone memorize the scent of their best friend so well? Perhaps it was simply because he was observant. The times he had accidentally brushed past John and happened to catch a whiff of that smell. Or maybe it was simply because he needed John.

He snapped back to reality when he realized he was clutching the flowers as if they were his life support. Stupid. I'm Sherlock Holmes, I shouldn't be in love. Love was illogical, right? Maybe so. But I suppose everyone has to be illogical sometimes. He thought, wiping the tears he wasn't aware were falling until then.

Numb was all he felt. But John had to be safe. John's safety was all that mattered.

He gave a curt nod acknowledging his thoughts and retreated to his refuge. Dreading another long day without his friend.

Fun fun fun! They can't live without each other. (Aww) sorry these chapters have been so short, I've been struggling a bit. Would anyone like to see it get fluffy? (And yes I think I've settled on third person. Phew) have a lovely day/night my frens! ♥️♥️