(A/N: Heeeeyyy guys here is chapter 2 hope you like it! Comment anything I need to change cause feedback is appreciated! x)
A loud smash erupts from the kitchen and I almost jump out of my chair.
"Jesus Sherlock, be more care-" I stop mid sentence. I do miss him, don't I. That was my immediate response. I hear a sigh and the tinkling of glass shards.
God, John. Get yourself together. It's only Mrs Hudson.
Flicking through the paper, I stop and stare at the job section.
I should get a job. Or not. I could just stay here and be lonely.
Maybe I should get a girlfriend?
Or boyfriend.
Not gay. Not gay. Not gay.
Why did I even think of that in the first place?
Getting up from my chair, I rush downstairs and into the chilly morning air.
Then I finally arrive at the graveyard, forgetting the importance of jobs and life.
He's all that mattered to me. Dammit Sherlock.
"Hi. Again. I'm trying to move on but I just can't. I think about you every day since.... Since you died. I don't know what I'm going to do for the rest of my life, without you. I can't live, Sherlock."
I step back and take a big breath. This is ridiculous. Still talking to a man buried underground. I don't look back when I walk away.
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"You've got to at least do something John, you can't sit around here all day!" Mrs Hudson exclaims, a little annoyed.
"I know, I know. I need to get a job and get on with my life, I know that." I sigh and lean against the kitchen wall.
"It's been two years, John." She says, pouring herself a cup of tea.
"And its been harder to move on, Mrs Hudson. It has."
I sigh again and make my way up to my room. Passing the cold corner of the flat where he used to be. I've always thought of sleeping in his room, but no. That would just be creepy. I finally tear my gaze off his room and continue up to my own.
Lying in bed, I begin to think of Sherlock. The curly hair. Those cheekbones. Sometimes he would even smile, and it would be... Stunning?
Stunning? Absolutely.
There was one question remaining in my head as I fell asleep.
Did I fall for Sherlock Holmes?
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