Johnlock 🖤

Calm Comfort

Crimson. Crimson liquid. It poured out of the yellow-strained walls that seemed infinite all the way up. He appeared in front of me wearing nothing but rags and a hole the size of a fist in his chest and his black, demon-like eyes, ruffled curls, almost dead. The crimson substance flowed out of him, "Sh-Sherlock..." I whispered.

"Hey, hey John," a voice said gently. The lids of my eyes opened as a figure appeared on top of me. Little did I know that this was Sherlock.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?!" I cried out as I sat up, pushing the man off of me.

"Well I heard you crying out and came to make sure no one was getting murdered. Not that that'd be bad," a look of slight concern and sadness showed with a frown on his bow-shaped, soft, pale lips. "Would you like to talk about it?"

I knew he didn't care much, so I replied with "Erm...no." This didn't feel right, I didn't feel right. I don't think I could, especially after everything that happened. Eurus, Sherrinford, and...Mary. My god, Mary. I couldn't stand a second without her.

"You're crying, John. I don't think that's a no for talking about it. Let's talk about it," Sherlock sat beside me but facing my way, arms around his own knees and a look that made him look ready to listen, even though I know he was faking it. We shared a gaze for a few moments, with the moon lit through the window of the flat on the foggy night.

I broke the silence, going on to talk about how everything was so terrible and that all we had left was each other. I could not see it, but my nose and cheeks were red with tear lines down my face in streaks.

We were closer in that second. I conclude that Sherlock just likes me better when my mood isn't down, for he attempts to comfort me for next-day-cases. I leant on him, wrapped in his arms. His chest felt nice as I realised the sheet that he usually slept in fell down, only covering his lower parts. This didn't matter much. Everyone knew that I wasn't gay. It's all fine.

He was caressing me as the world faded out of existence. Stars were all that showed. He too had dozed off. That night, my nightmare was gone. Just that one.

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   Author's Note- Sorry. I tried. It's too short, but that is fine. I am not sure where to go with this and just might...I don't know anymore...just might try to continue, doing whatever. This is like one of the first things that I've written. Advice?