The Message in the Flowers
John couldn't help but stand there staring at the black marble gravestone, feeling the words he had left unspoken lay heavy on his heart. Sherlock was gone. No one could survive that fall. He had checked Sherlock's pulse himself.
"You can't be dead… I know it. You aren't dead… You just aren't. Come on Sherlock, just once, please… Don't… be… dead." John said, gently placing a hand on the top of the gravestone. Sherlock may not be here in physical form, but he could feel him here. Without thinking, John had absentmindedly stopped to buy flowers to cover the grave, without realizing what they were.
He left a small grouping of primrose at the grave, unknowing of the secret meaning of them. Sherlock smiled slightly after John started walking away. The primrose lay untouched for a few hours before dark, when under the light of the moon, Sherlock sat with a small piece of paper.
John, Thank you for the primrose, that was very thoughtful of you. When you get this, look up flower meanings online. You'll see what I mean by this then. – SH
He left the note, along with a small heliotrope, before leaving for his normal hiding spot in the city.
John had come every day to the grave, and this day was no different. But this time, he stood, completely awestruck. A little white note was folded around a heliotrope. But, who put it there? And why?
He picked up the flower and the note, unfolding it, only to gasp at the first time that popped out at him; the initials: SH; Sherlock's signature. What? How? No way!
He dropped another flower, unknowing of any meanings, only to find out in less than a half hour. This time, the white gardenia lay in place of the note; a solemn message to Sherlock, once more.
Once back in 221b, John pulled up a page on flower meanings, just like Sherlock instructed him to and looked at, first, the primrose. John almost doubled over at the meaning.
I can't live without you
Next, he saw the heliotrope, gasping once again
Devotion; eternal love
The last came up and he just shut the laptop, almost hoping for a new response from Sherlock after the last one he left. The gardenia's meaning had meant a lot more than John imagined.
I love you in secret
To Be Continued