Sherlock P.O.V
It's been 6 months without Lace. Even the thought of her name makes me chock up. The streetlights are a dim yellow, the sky is clear with the stars shining through like her eyes and how they lit up when she was happy. The trees are dancing slightly as the wind ripples through the branches. A few more steps. I smile and look down.
My face softens slightly and I place a hand on her grave. I haven't been here for a while so I am glad I have come. Gently I feel arms wrap around my waist. I look at them for a second and see pale skin. Laces hands. I turn around quickly but no one is there. I have been clean so I must be extra tired... although I have slept. A child's giggle rings out from behind her grave as I run around and see no one there. My child who I never knew was there, a few weeks old in the womb.
"Come home!" I scream.
The giggles continue, more and more. An airy voice follows in my ear as a breathe trickles down my neck.
"I'm still here." I whiz around but no one is there. The graves. I look at each of the graves and nothing is different apart from Laces. A single black rose was placed upon the grave with a note. I pick up the note.
I'M STILL HERE MY SHERLOCK HOLMES.
I quickly turn around to run out of the graveyard but the gates slam close. Two hands wrap around my waist as I grab it and turn around. No one. This makes no sense! I turn around to undo the gates and stop dead in my tracks. A woman, the spitting image of Lace stood there smirking. Words hauntingly were spoken slowly before she giggles before disappearing. The words replaying in my mind with the white walls of the insane asylum buried around me as my eyes have opened. My screams echo out in the agony of my heart. If only her warmth would be gifted to me once more before my miserable treatment begun.
MY HOLMES
The pills started to work in my stomach as the treatment started to take place. The extra smuggled pills than are devoured as I pass with my angel Lace and her enlarged stomach smiles down at me from in the lights of the heavens where I know she resides in. The words dripping effortlessly through my lips even in my last moments, John holding my hand as he helped me to smuggle the pills. A dying wish for a soldier is more than a life of imprisonment to him.
"My John and...My Lace..."
I love you both.
