The final problem...love (Johnlock)

Four. John's diary

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Sherlock's pov.
Endless searching...
Endless opportunities...
And endless outcomes.
These are the things that I, yes, Sherlock Holmes is asking myself...usually John is the lazy one who cannot figure out things at times, like that day.
...*flashback*...
"I DO NOT KNOW SHERLOCK!" John screams, grabbing his hair afterwards and almost pulling out his entire scalp from his head.
I groan in frustration...can't he solve one simple case by himself?
I speak into the phone, clearly exasperated.
"Listen John Hamish Watson, or whatever your middle name is, I NEED you to think...for god's sake! Listen...if the bomb is stuck then...THERE ARE IN TOTAL A HUNDRED possibilities and first of...check if there is any button on the bomb..."
After my long speech...Mr. Hamish Watson ends up saying:
"I am scared of explosives..."
"THE HELL WATSON???"
...*flashback ending*...
So...yes do not worry about the rest of the story, it...did not end up in good terms. I scoff at myself. Who would have thought that I had a need of a friend?
I mean scientific studies show that thousands of people actually suffer from depression so they have urgent conditions and want a supportive role-in short...I think there would not have been a better person other than John to be with me to this day.
I smile to myself whilst looking at John...who is panicking for a certain reason.
Concerned, I ask "Uh John do you need any-" "MY DIARY!"
I pause.
"What?"
"Um...nothing Uh...forget it" he then, turns around in sheer embarrassment and keeps on searching for something. But in my head only one thing is spinning.
His diary?
I mean...surprise...who would've thought the blogger also writes daily diaries. I mean I am not arguing or judging it's just that...I have a major and sharp tendency to look at private belongings of people.
Yes I know! Shut your mouth.
I wait for him to march outside yelling "Mrs. Hudson! Have you seen my coat?" And the sound of a closed door.
There he goes.
Now...his diary.
I observe every inch of the flat...from John's weird picture books to his laptop...nothing.
Then I realise...
"OH MY GOD" I scream...oh I can hear mrs. Hudson shouting incoherent words at me. Ah...I love her. Anyways so...I make a hypothetical theory.
"If John has a secret 'diary' then he would keep it in an obvious place...since clearly John is...well stupid...but I like his thinking though-Ugh! Focus Sherlock! So I have searched obvious areas in my house but no sign of his diary...but...there is one place I have not dared to look at...OH MY GOD! His closet!"
I can feel Mrs. Hudson coming up the stairs so I quickly close the door...and lock it since there is a ninety percent chance of Mrs. Hudson telling John that I am rummaging through his closet.
Then I get to the main element.
The diary.
Shockingly enough...the diary is orange coloured and has a cheetah print on it...not expecting that...well it is not that impossible since he wears cheetah printed boxers and no I did not had any intent to look at his boxers, it was just for science.
Why am I even explaining myself this?
I shrug the feeling off as I place the diary on the table. It seems...dusty.
John was looking for it this morning yet he does not write in it frequently? This concludes that this diary is used for general stuff...possibly for letting out bottled emotions or even more.
I guiltily open the diary carefully...don't want him to notice any crease on his fortune. I turn the page as-wow everything is typed in here.
God John...very unique.
I do not want to do this but,
Ah f**k it.
I read the first page.
Diary. 10/9/17
Glad everything is over...still haven't recovered from loss..of my wife. Well...she did say that go on and catch up with whoever I like but, I don't have anyone that I like...well I thought I had feelings for a person but...oh well forget about it. They probably don't even care the slightest. Well, that is what's new...plus Sherlock is not...medicating nowadays so that is a relief....ah I wish I could talk about him all day but...you know...not enough pages to write everything about him. I wish that I make him happy or serve as a helping hand. I have lost everything but...
Sherlock is my only hope, and if  Sherlock is reading this...which don't by the way...you are the world to me...I kind of lost my hope after coming back from military. But then you came along and got me hooked with your cases and...remember you 'died' back then? Yeah you still owe me one. I should stop talking about him now shouldn't I? Love you Sherlock and happy birthday to you.
End of entry. John x
I try to keep a straight face (get it?) but end up smiling and...okay I shed a tear while reading that...y-you can not deny that John is a warm hearted person right?
Again why am I levelling this out with myself?
Suddenly I hear John yelling "My Diary!!!"
I quickly close the book in front of me and throw it back in the closet.
I check myself in the mirror to look if there would be anything that would give away that I was reading his diary...after that I open the door...acting casual as ever...and yes, John raised an eyebrow at me...but did not push further.
Thank god.
Oh John...if only you knew how much I appreciate you, even though I don't express my feelings...
Plus. John said that he will look for a woman you know...for my love life...
But I am starting to think that....
Never mind.
Later that night.
I hear John storming into my room with anger on his face.
Oh god...oh god...does he know? I mean I thought he was too stupid to even-
He interrupts my thoughts with "I think there are ghosts in our house."
The hell?
I raise my eyebrows as to ask "What?"
He sighs in fear "There is a tear stain on one of my diaries."
Oh shoot...did I get my tears on the diary as well?
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