Double W.Holmes

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I'm on a ambulance. I don't know how. I don't know why. Life now seemed meaningless without him.

One of the paramedics put a blanket on my shoulders and left.

The reddish-orange cloth brought back my memories when me and Sherlock's first case- A Study In Pink. The first time I shot a cabbie in London. I didn't expect to kill someone so early after I got back, but seeing he was in danger, I had to. And I knew I did the right thing.

"I saved him once, but wh-why the second time….." Buried my face into my fingers, I wailed. Guilty and sorrow overwhelmed me.

Familiar footsteps approached me. After all these time getting along with the Holmes boys, I knew exactly who was he. The great British government was here. Would he execute me for unable to save his brother? Or sentence me to death because of my uselessness?

"It's not your fault, you know." He said softly. His voice, he was crying?

“My-Mycroft?” Sherlock's death plus Mycroft crying, that's double the trauma. To my knowledge they never cried, or being sentimental.

“I'm not gonna put you to death, though. After all, being a member of British government, I need to consider about the public. For this….I've made a deal with him."

"What? With who?"

He staggered. "M-Moriarty."

Now everything make sense. Anger controlled me again. I couldn't hold the urge to punch him, and that's what I did.

"So you feed him with our information! Blabbed about your own brother's lifestory to this maniac! You gave him everything he needed to destroy us! How could you do this!" I shouted at the top of my lungs until everyone was starting at me.

"….Sorry."

"Oh please." I gave out a fake smile. What's the use to say sorry? Would Sherlock be alive again?

* * *

Silence. Deep, deep silence.
It's only hours that he left, but I felt like decades had passed.The constant humming in my ear cleary showed that he was gone, permanently. The void inside me enlarges, stretching to an unknown darkness and sorrow.
I'm missing him already.

I glanced at the IPhone that located on the coffee table beside me. Greg gave me that, which he's not supposed to do as all the evidence must be handed over. Greg thought I might want this as a memory. The only thing he didn't know that there's no need for him to risk. Sherlock had gave nr everything, including his love.

I turned my gaze on his ring finger.  A shiny object reflected any possible light, surrounded by dust dancing in the rays. Remembered how happy I was when Sherlock ringed it on my finger, both of us became official Watson-Holmes. Those blissful smiles were nowhere to be found now.
I pulled out my phone.

Receiver : Sherlock Watson-Holmes

Thank you Sherlock, for giving me those wonderful, thrilling days.

Chasing villains down the street, jumping over buildings…nothing we haven't done.

You led me to the dark side of this wonderful city, but with you, it's fine. Everything turned out okay because you're by me side.

I met Molly, Lestrade, Mycroft, and you. You was the one gave me colour in my life, pull me out from those pathetic war days.

And…Watson-Holmes. We're official. I never dreamt that I'll be attached with someone I love. You had our beautiful baby boy. We'll wish we can be together till our boy born, watching him grow.

So, just one more miracle, Sherlock. Just…just for me, okay? Stop being….dead. Please…

                                       JWH
              *Message sent*

The phone on the coffee table buzzed, and gave a seductive sound of a woman.

"Why'd your phone make that sound?"
"What sound?"
"That sound-the one it just made."
"It's a text alert. It means I've got text."
"But it usually don't make that sound."
"Clearly someone took my phone and customize my text alert."
"So every time you got text….."
"Ah~"

I laughed in sadness. My tears continued to flow out without an end.

"Sherl…please….don't be dead…ju-just for me…..please…."