Safe

Chapter 8

(Johns POV)

I've lost all hope, I've lost everything, the only person who've I've cared about. I walk to the cemetery and to his grave. I thought I wouldn't come back, at least not for a much longer time than this.

"Hey Sherlock, I know you weren't expecting me, but I read your letter." Tears start to leave my eyes. "I just wanted to give you mine too. I know you can't read it but I want it with you."

I walk away and exit the cemetery. I get a cab, I'm not going home, or I guess I am. The cab pulls up to 221B baker st. I knew I needed to see Mrs. Hudson.

(Sherlocks POV)

Yes I followed John again, I just needed to. But I at least found out the he read the letter, he knows how I feel. Something was wrong though, he wasn't okay. When he was clearly gone I grabbed the note off the tombstone with my name on it. I opened, and start to read it.

Dear Sherlock, this is for your eyes only. I know though with my luck someone will get a hold of it, oh well it won't matter in the end I guess. I really don't know where to start or where to finish. But I'll keep it short. There's not much I need to say, being I've said so much to you already. There's one thing I didn't get to say and is hard enough to write on paper. I love you too Sherlock, more than anything, more than life itself. Which is why I can't do the one thing you ask of me. I guess one might say this is my note. Deeply and truly sorry, John Watson.

"No..."