John sat in 221B, biting his lip, looking like he might start crying again.

It had been a month since the funeral, and he had hardly moved from his spot in his armchair. He sat there day and night, like he was waiting.

Which he was. But waiting for an impossible thing.

Things hadn't been the same since that day... that dreadful day... the day Sherlock took his own life... John shuddered at the thought of that infernal day. He would hope and wish that it was all merely a dream. That he would wake up from the nightmare that was the present, and find Sherlock sitting in the living room, reading a book, or shooting the wall. Or that maybe he would waltz right into the flat, arrogant as he always was.

He kept on wishing to wake up from the nightmare that was tearing his apart. However he never did.

But John kept on hoping. Sherlock was too clever to have died in such a simple manner. His ego was too large. The only way Sherlock Holmes would ever die would have to be clever. Not the simple way so many people choose. "He's still alive." The words were barely a whisper, and John's voice didn't sound like his own. It sounded twisted..

Harry continued to call and leave messages, and from the sound of it, growing more worried about the state of John each day. "Please call me back.." her voice pleaded from the answer phone on the table in the corner of the room. But John never did. All he ever wanted to do was sit and wait. Wait for the genius, Sherlock Holmes, to return once more.

He was still out there somewhere. John was sure of it. He was just hiding. Hiding from the paparazzi. Hiding from the Government. Hiding fro Mycroft. Waiting for the perfect moment to return, to astonish everyone and redeem his good name.

Death could be such a beautiful thing. Death is a beautiful thing. However, in the case of Sherlock Holmes, death is a horrifying and ugly thing.

And there is most definitely a tragedy in that.


A/N: I know it's bad. Please don't send hate. It's 3:30 am and I can't sleep and I felt like writing something like this.