'Goodbye John', those were the last words I said to him before I jumped to my fake death. It was the only choice I had. It was either me or the three people I care about the most. I chose to fake my death with Mollys help. Now I follow him around every day since the death six months ago. He doesn't go out much or have visitors, he's all alone and I can't do anything to help him. He had no one before me and he has no one after me. Every day I think I'm sorry John, it was the only choice I had. I miss him every day even though I am technically with him. There are only two people who know I faked my death, Molly and Mycroft, but they haven't looked after John. I thought they would, I thought they would make him better. He's supposed to be oaky but he's not. He's broken and there is no one there to fix him. Only six months till I can tell him I'm alive. But all I can do is nothing but watch. I can't be myself without him, I can't deduce and I feel. All these emotions, I don't know how people deal. My heart feels broken inside and I don't know what it means. Do I love him or just miss him. My heart says to go to him while my head says to wait and make sure he's safe. But I can't help myself; I'm already half way across the street. I open the door so no one hears it. I feel like a ghost I know I'm walking up the stairs but I can't feel it just see it, like my body is doing by itself. It's about one in the morning so John should be asleep. I creep up the stairs and into the living room. I sat on the couch until seven and then I make tea for when I wake
John. I walk up the stairs to John's room and open the door. 'John?' I ask 'John are you awake?'
'Sherlock NO'
'John, John I'm here its okay I'm here' I told him while walking over to the bed 'John I'm here and I'm so sorry I left. I couldn't let you die because of me, but it had to be this way I'm sorry.'