(A/N Sorry guys, this is a short one)
"I'm sorry that this is the first time that I've visited. I haven't been busy. I've just been scared." John stands in front of the gravestone, and when he realizes that he can't leave without telling Sherlock everything, he sits down.
"I quit my job. I couldn't handle being around that many people anymore. Happy people. They don't understand what it's like to lose the love of your life." He takes a deep shuddering breath and reaches out to touch the shiny stone.
"It's been months Sherlock. I still can't go into the kitchen. I continue to see your lifeless body laying on the floor, and I just... I can't." He blinks away tears. "I've had dreams, Sherlock. Mrs Hudson said you had them too. You die in every single one of them." He holds back the tears but eventually, one slips out and he lets himself cry. Throwing himself onto the grass, he spreads his arms and wishes he could hold Sherlock again, kiss his cupid bow lips and cuddle with him on the couch.
"I don't want to die Sherlock. But if the dreams caused a perfect, innocent, strong soul like you to die... What will it do to me?" When he receives no answer from the shiny stone he stands and brushes the dead grass off himself.
"I'm sorry I took so long to come see you. I should've come sooner. I'm sorry. For everything. I'm sorry I couldn't help you." His voice cracks. "But, it is what it is."
Walking away from the grave he swipes his fingers under his eyes and plasters on a smile. Maybe no one will notice. He continues smiling as he limps down the street.
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Time Makes it Harder (JohnLock)
FanfictionWar!Lock Johnlock (Possible trigger warnings) AU where Sherlock returns from the war instead of John. The tables are turned, but will the couple be able to cope with the consequences of Sherlock's injuries?
