A grey, thick fog layed above the british city named London. Covered from the night the humans rested peacefully in their beds, the normal hectic and stressful everyday life long forgotten. A mild wind brushed across the streets and alleys, blurred any signs of the day. But this calmness, if not even silence didn't apply to everyone. No, not everyone slept quiet and without concerns. John, a young soldat who returned to his homeland sat restless in his comfortable armchair. With trembling fingers he wrote another entry for his blog. The shock was deep in his bones, this couldn't only be seen by the clicking of the keys, also his normally annoyed face was now an unhappy mourning expression.
'...and so I, John H. Watson, declare heavy-heartedly, that our once so smart...no....brilliant consulting detective Sherlock Holmes is deceased.'
Tears crept into his otherwise so excited eyes. How could he now, after all those adventures the two of them experienced, accustom to a normal life? Endless minutes passed until John moved his hands towards the armrest and pushed himself sluggishly up. 'Here we go', he tought to himself and shifted his stiff limbs towards the door. Shortly he changed words with Mrs. Hudson before he walked outside the stuffy house and into the chilly night. Only a rough breeze whistled around, traveled past the tenant of the 221B Baker Street apartment. A short ride with the cab revealed that also someone else visited a deceased. Without big interest he stared onto the ground, on his way to the grave of his former roommate, even more, of his lost friend.
Half-way to his goal he noticed a person, a young woman. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair line her shoulders, her red anorak hang loosely around them. Her stance showed that she looked at a grave stone, fresh white roses layed before it. Her breath was seen as delicate, white clouds, however her breath was also irregularly. With caring and sensitive arms John placed his left one on her back:
"You are missing him."
Without any stirring she raised her soft voice.
"Don't be stupid, as if I would miss him..."
Lightly the former soldat started chuckling, his right hand softly stroking away some tears that made their way down the woman's cheek.
"Can you remember how it all started...how we met?"
As in slow motion a small smile crept across her lips.
"How could I ever forget the day I met you two goofballs?"
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Our time within the forever
FanfictionA young woman found her way to the apartment 221C Baker Street, she managed to get along with the inhabitants there....somehow, but deep down she knew that someday, it will happen.
