A birthday to remember (JOHNLOCK fanfic)

Chapter two

I awoke abruptly. Dreams. Dreams full of pain. Sherlock filled dreams. Jumping. Tears filled my eyes. I couldn't lose him again. I remembered the few days after he had jumped. They were all a blur of alcohol and tears. Pain. Sleepless nights of crying. Phone calls with Lestrade. I love Sherlock too much to lose him. Not again. Sherlock... The source of so much of my pain. And much of my joy. His violin. The sarcastic insults. Every part of him... Even the sociopathic part.. I loved. Sherlock Holmes. Who would never feel the same way. My birthday. And all I wanted was William Sherlock Scott Holmes. The one gift I would never get. I sighed. No use moping about. I might as well be productive. I didn't even bother changing. I just went downstairs, where Hudders was making breakfast. "Good morning, love." She said. "Sherlock made you tea!" My heart instantly warmed. He did care. Maybe not as a lover... But at least as a friend. A best friend. "Where...Where's Sherlock?" I asked. "Oh... Out." Mrs. Hudson said. Okay. That's a little odd. Sherlock didn't usually leave the house this early in the morning, or any time at all. A bit suspicious. I opened my laptop to my blog. I had many birthday wishes. Too many to count. I sighed and closed my laptop. Those weren't the birthday messages I wanted. The only ones I would ever care about are the ones from Sherlock. Then the clicking noise of the front door interrupted my silent thoughts. "I'm home!" Sherlock called up the stairs. He had his adorable troublemaker smirk on. He had a plastic bag in his hand and a small leaf stuck in his soft, messy curls. He handed me the bag."Happy birthday!" He said. "It's not my real present... But I think it'll count for something." Milk. He bought me milk. The ultimate sign of Sherlock's affection. I grinned on the outside, but on the inside My heart was melting.