1000 Ways To Say...

Chapter 1

(AN: hey guys this is the first chapter of this random story-thingy-majig... So just tell me what you think...)

John's POV:

It became harder.

Harder to do anything without thinking about him.

"John?" A small voice calls and snaps me back into reality. Ah, real life, how distant can you get? The floorboards creak as Mrs Hudson comes up the stairs. "Hmm?" I answer, not bothering to use words.

"Are you-"

"Yes."

She lowers her head and continues unloading the shopping. This happened every day. I would walk to the cemetery and talk to Sherlock. I didn't really know what it was, that feeling of utter stupidity talking to a person buried five feet underground. He doesn't listen. Well, of course not. He jumped off a bloody rooftop.

"Hey Sherlock, um... My day hasn't really been very interesting. So I guess there's no point in me telling you about it." I laugh to myself. "I feel ridiculous. I really do. Two years on and I'm still stuck in Baker Street reading the paper... I just wish you would come back. Make my life a little interesting." I smile a little, remembering the time we first met, chasing that taxi through the streets of London.

Taking a step back from his grave, I decide to leave. It's always hard to walk away, waiting to come back the next day. Just stop it, Sherlock. Stop. I never take a taxi home when I visit him, so it takes me a while to get back to the flat. Sighing I sit back down in my chair, staring off into space somewhere. I need to get a new life. I must move on, he's dead. He's not coming back.

He was my best friend.

(AN: Hey guys hope you liked it! I will update it sooner or later :))