Author here: being the first fanfic I upload here, I must tell you that I'm not a native English speaker, so I apologize for my mistakes.

Some of the fictions I'll post here have already been posted somewhere else, I hope this is not something that will bother you Readers :)

Five people who were affected by Sherlock's death

WARNING: Reference to violence, autopsies.

1 _ Mrs. Hudson

She stared almost lifelessly at the wall in front of her, the telephone still hanging in her unmoved hand though the call had finished several moments before.
she allowed her tears to fall down her cheek without trying to stop them, because it would have been pointless.
she loved Sherlock as a mother loves her son, even if sometimes he was spoiled and pettish and almost nasty; she stood up trembling and reached the kitchen, then she tried to
calm herself down with a very strong mug of her herbal soothers.

2 _ Lestrade
He felt sick.
He reached the warehouse, gave a look at the burnt-down ruins and slammed his fist on the bonnet of his car so hard he almost broke his hand.
He couldn't actually believe that Sherlock had been so stupid to go and fix that hell of a case all alone. He was angry, no... not angry, he was absolutely furious with that who thought he was smarter than everyone and ended up killed in that awful way.
When the rescue team dug out a charred corpse, he turned away and puked.

3 _ Molly
"The body belongs to Caucasian male in his thirties..."
Dr. Robson was performing the autopsy, and Molly couldn't help crying.
Her whole body was shacking and sobbing almost hysterically while she was staring at what was left of that brilliant and gorgeous man she felt she loved.
"The death was caused by a single gunshot, that reached the victim directly in the middle of his chest..."
She shut her eyes to these words, knowing that the speed and lack of pain in Sherlock's death wouldn't soothed her pain anyway.

4 _ Sally
Sally felt sad.
Sherlock was a rude and arrogant freak, but he didn't deserve such an end.
The priest was saying something about Sherlock being in a better place and living a better life, but she wasn't really listening; she couldn't really listen, all she was capable of thinking
was that the world was a worst place now, because Sherlock was a rude and arrogant freak but he was also a good man who fought crime and helped put bad people in jail, and good
people would soon have missed him.

5 _ Jim
"YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS!" he shouted, and Moran felt the need of hiding somewhere as far as possible from him.
Jim fell on his knees, his face was blank and his eyes dead.
He felt the void inside of him growing bigger and bigger, and his black soul becoming as dark as the deepest pit of the hell.
"What am I going to do now?" Jim asked himself; all little puzzles, all little games, all mysterious crimes he built all over the world looked petty and useless now that his nemesis was gone.
He swallowed dryly and tried to compose himself as he heard his men entering the room.

And one who wasn't

John entered the black car, settled in the leather seat and nodded to the driver.
After few hours, the car stopped and the door opened.
Mycroft greeted him in his usual, flat tone of voice, and asked him few polite questions, none of them was registered in John's brain.
The doctor entered the not-really abandoned house, and stood still in the middle of the room.
Sherlock stood in front of him, badly bruised and looking tired.
"You told me there was nothing to worry about the plan" John said sadly.
"Well, I'm pretty sure I said there was ALMOST nothing to worry about" Sherlock pinpointed, and John sighed.
"I hope your brother had you checked" the doctor added, stepping forward to his friend.
"Be sure about it, my dear; Mycroft is not as useless as he seems" Sherlock replied, then he lowered his head to meet John's mouth.
"Wait, wait. Tell me how long you need to play the dead before we can go back to our normal life"
"Few months, John, just... just few months, I swear".
"Then why did you need me? You know I need to look after the practice, and Harry"
"Because without you, even few months would have been unbearable to me" Sherlock confessed, his lips pressed on John's forehead.
"Alright then", John hugged him, making him feel warm and loved, and then kissed him softly, "but promise me you'll never die again. Even if I knew it was fake, even if I knew you were fine,
my heart stopped nevertheless".
"Deal" Sherlock answered, and then kissed him passionately, tiding both of them in the most possessive and strong embrace ever.

Author here: That's it. Hope you'll like it.