Johnlock prompts

A note (ANGST)

Sherlock was out, actually getting the milk. John was surprised but he actually valued the time he was left alone. Sherlock had been acting strange as of late. Not that his normal state was anything "normal" but, just acting sullen. His once rowdy seas of eyes had now calmed almost calm. John sighed he should search his room in case he was on anything again. John didn't know a life without Sherlock at that point, if he knew that Sherlock was tearing himself apart with drugs he would have none of it. What he found was much worse than any drug on the whole planet. It was a suicide note. Written by Sherlock. John covered his mouth in shock as he read the words. 'It just doesn't seem worth it anymore, the spark I had ignited had not grown into the flame I desired. Instead the small tinders of a relationship was taken by another. And that my dear Watson is why I desire to longer be alive' Tears started flowing freely. He had written the note to him. Him. Not his brother,not Mycroft, not Moriarty, not mrs and mr Holmes, him. John wiped his tears with his sleeve and sniffled, tucking the note into his pocket. He sat in his chair thinking about the note. 'What did he mean by the spark? Did he love someone? No not Sherlock. But what else what it be about' He thought sulking in his chair. Sherlock waked in and put the milk in the fridge, then sat across his flat mate. "Is there something wrong John? You're tapping your foot and not making eye contact so I made you mad somehow" Sherlock said in his normal monotone voice. John couldn't hold back, 'Hell Yeah you made me mad you bastard' he thought. "Yes I am very mad Sherlock" John said a hint of aggression in his voice. "I'm mad because of this" he said throwing him the note. Sherlock's eyes widen in shock and worry as he picked up the note. "How recent is this Sherlock?!" John said. Sherlock looked down at his feet thinking on what to say then looked back up frowning slightly. "There's a date on it" he said solemnly throwing the note back. John gave Sherlock a glare then read the note spotting a small date in the corner he had not noticed before. "But that's.... 3 days after I got married" John said confused. "I thought you were fine with me moving out! If you had a problem you should've told me! So tell me Sherlock what is the matter with you" John was yelling now and Sherlock was simply staying in his place looking at John through cloudy eyes. "I can't tell you John" Sherlock said simply his voice cracking with emotion. "AND WHY THE HELL NOT? GOD I THOUGHT WE WERE CLOSE SHERLOCK JUST GIVE ME THE BLOODY ANSWER!" John screamed. He could feel his chest rapidly going up and down and tears are freely coming from his eyes. Sherlock blinked and looked at John with a sullen expression, one mind you he has been carrying around for days. "John" Sherlock said almost stuttering "I love you" John was at a loss for words he simply leaned back in his chair and looked at the ceiling. "I-I couldn't tell you because... because you chose her and it was tearing me apart" Sherlock said shaky tears falling from his face. "Sherlock" John said quietly.Sherlock looked up, shocked that he had even responded. "Why didn't you say anything.. and why did you go.... that far" John said looking at Sherlock's stormy eyes. "Because I didn't know if you loved me back... you were my everything"Sherlock said curling into a ball in his chair. John walked over and set 1 hand on his back, then leaning down to his eye level and using his other hand, lifting up Sherlock chin. "Sherlock, for someone whos very intelligent you clearly can't see the obvious" John said smiling. "What's that?" Sherlock replied confused. "I love you too idiot" Sherlock looked shocked. "Do you mean it it's not just some pity love to prevent me from killing my self?" Sherlock said. "Let me show you" John said pulling his head closer gently and contacting their lips. Sherlock kisses back of course, but stops when he starts crying. The tears origin was somewhat confusing. Love?Relief?Sadness? Either way, John pushed him back into the chair and sat on his lap kissing away the tears. Sherlock just wrapped his arms around John holding them close. He was never planning on letting go

AUTHORS NOTE
reee y'all wanted angst so I provided! Plus fluffy ending so nicccceeee