John stood for a bit longer at Sherlock's grave, pacing back and forth, saying sentimental things and memories they had together. It was all they had left, to John. Memories.
Sherlock watched John from afar, hiding behind a tombstone. His light blue eyes blinked rapidly to stop tears from coming. The truth was, he missed John dearly. He never did notice how convenient it was, how comforting it was to have a friend. To have John.
John sat down on the ground in front of his grave. "Sherlock…" He whispered. "I love you."
Sherlock let out a little gasp and his mind started spinning rapidly, numbers and images floating about in his "hard drive". He started to run away, well aware he was making a lot of noise.
John turned around rapidly and started chasing after Sherlock. Sherlock was still in shock as he ran, and for the first time in his life felt confused with what he was feeling. While he was experiencing this spectrum of emotions he started to feel the sensation of falling and realized that he fell down a steep hill, face first.
He groaned and fingered his sore nose. As soon as he did that, he flinched and quickly looked around to see if anyone else was there. John, specifically.
John was. "Great timing." Sherlock groaned as John quietly walked down the hill.
"John-" Sherlock started to explain but John just walked towards him. John's eyes were red and filling with tears.
"I can explain, it was for your safe-" John cut him off by pulling Sherlock close to him, and passionately kissing him. Sherlock felt shock, but didn't want to pull away for some reason.
"John." He murmured happily while kissing him. John pulled back, stroking Sherlock's face tenderly.
"I love you Sherlock." John whispered, burying his face in Sherlock's coat.
"I love you too John." He murmured, feeling incredibly happy-and slightly turned on.
John grinned at him. "John…I can't exactly tell you why I'm alive." He stuttered.
John shrugged, "That's okay Sherlock. As long as you're here with me."
Sherlock rewarded this poetic phrase with another kiss and they ended up kissing for more than an hour; in love with each other's touch.
Everything was okay for now, Sherlock thought. He had John. That's all he needed.