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Your body went numb as everything slowed down and went cold, John kneeled in front of you as Mrs.Hudson and Mycroft stood around listening to John tell you that the love of your life...was dead, "Y/n....darling? Can you hear me?" John snapped his fingers in front of your face causing you to awaken from your trance "did you hear me? I was saying Sherlock-" in a soft calm tone of voice you cut him off with "I know what you said, John...I know" you stood up, brushed your hands over your shirt, picked up your jacket and put it "Y/n dear, where are you going?" Mary asked stepping towards you "I'm just....going for a walk....yeah" you quietly made your way out of 221b Baker Street and down the sidewalk to the bench you and Sherlock sat at after your first date, and there is where it all sunk in, Sherlock Holmes was dead, the man you loved more then anything in the entire world, was gone, you broke down crying, trying not to scream "fuck you" to whatever was listening, you were mad, you were pissed off and sad and all you wanted to do was hit something...and be in his arms one more time.
It's now been almost two years since his death, you've lost weight, your eyes are sunk in and they lost the beautiful shine that Sherlock loved. Now you stand at his grave, the words etched into the stone stare back at you as you glare at them through eyes that were filling with tears, "I know you hated it when I cried" you said to him as you sat down onto the grass "you would get a certain look on your face whenever I was sad or crying" you let out a mix of a sob and a laugh "I remember how you'd let your walls down and wrap your arms around me and tell me everything was gonna be ok....but those are just memories now aren't they?" You wiped your face with the sleeve of your shirt and let out a shaky sigh "John hasn't been the same without you, none of us have...especially me...God Sherlock I need you here...please...come back to me" you pulled your knees up to your face and sobbed, you couldn't take it anymore, the pain knowing he wasn't there to hold you was unbearable...but what you didn't know was that he would be waiting for you in the living area of 221b Baker Street.
