"Come along John….. Oh." Sherlock had done it again. Spoken aloud to his used-to-be flatmate.
Things were more difficult now that he'd 'died' but he would never admit to the fact he was struggling.
Sherlock was yet again left with his skull to talk to. It always attention and he really didn't need that as he was trying to stay off the radar. God only knows how he had kept it from Mycroft all this time, but then again Sherlock was always the smarter of the two. The only thing Mycroft knew was cake recipes.
Sherlock was sad knowing that John was left all by himself to deal with his own pain and guilt. At times his emotions he spent so long hiding would become too much for him to handle, he would let himself cry. Only when he was completely alone did he let himself break down and that was occasional but every time it happened those tears would always be for John.
He could understand why John felt pain, their last words shared together in person weren't all that comforting, as for the guilt. John had no reason to feel guilty. Sherlock just could not get around John's human emotion. John was the biggest mystery of all. In no way was the fall John's fault, so why should he feel like it is?
He wished he could go back to John, he wished as hard as he could to see his face again soon.
Soon.
He really begged to a God that it wouldn't take that long.
