1000 Ways To Say...

Chapter 4

(AN: Hi guys here's chapter 4! I might go on a mini hiatus cause I'll be busy over the next few days... I'll be back with an update though!)

John

Watching that video was a stupid idea. It just made me think of him and his outrageous excuses. Things would happen which he wouldn't like, and he'd make up the same old excuse.

He was busy.

Or he had something to attend.

But he was mostly busy.

I couldn't decide wether I was missing him or was in love with him.

Ejecting the video from the player, I sit back down on the couch.

Did I really love him? Well, when he was alive. I should probably go confess my love for his rotting body.

I left the flat and stepped out into the mild evening.

Arriving at his grave, I put my hands in my pockets.

"Um... Hi Sherlock. I... I just thought I might tell you this, as you obviously can't hear me,"

I scan the graveyard to see if there is anyone around.

"Nor can anybody else... I cared for you in a way that I couldn't explain when you were alive. At first it was awkward, looking at each other as a friend. But you were much more than that, Sherlock." I take a deep breath.

"A few days ago I was thinking about you, and deciding if I loved you or not. You would probably think this is ridiculous in every way possible, but I love you. I really do even though you're dead. And if you would please stop being dead that would be great."

There is silence. Nothing.

What else would I expect?

Turning away, I frown. What the hell did I just do? Tell a dead person that I loved him? That's normal, if you had loved them when they were alive.

There's nothing much I can do now.

A twig snaps and I jump. Turning round, I have to do a double take.

Is that....

Sherlock?

(Ooohhh cliffhanger much! No I won't leave you hanging for long... Bye!)