Note: This wasn't really written as anything big, just a short little idea I had floating around that I had to put out there. Enjoy any how : )
I waited for you Sherlock. I swear, I waited.
Every day, deep in my heart I really thought you could come back. The great Consulting detective, put on one last show. Even if it was just for me. John Watson, the blogger. Your blogger.
It's a little chilly outside tonight Sherlock, so I'm wearing a jacket. And a scarf, just in case. I can practically see you rolling your eyes at me Sherlock, don't be like that. I know you hate my jumpers, but we can't all be tall and mysterious looking like you with you're trench coats and turned up collars. I know you'll like the scarf though, because it's yours.
I'm not taking a cab Sherlock, I don't trust cabs any more, I can't ride in them. At least not without you. I know, it's slower, but the tube will have to do. Besides, I'm not in any rush. It's nice to be out for once, I hardly get out any more. My legs stared playing up again, not too badly yet thank heavens, but I doubt it will be long before I need my cane again. I don't really mind though, I'm actually on my way to St. Bartholomew's right now, to see if I can get it sorted out.
Even though it's late, St. Bart's is still busy. Quite right too, I suppose. It is a hospital. I haven't been down to the Morgue since you left, I don't intend to either. I don't think I'll go down there ever again in all honesty. Molly bless her heart comes to see me at the flat every now and then, I feel a little bad about just leaving her down there.
The stairs are unexpectedly difficult to climb. I'm not too sure whether this is down to my ever growing bad leg, or the destination at the top of them. Either way, it's going to take me a while. But I'll make it up in the end, I'm a soldier Sherlock.
It must have been later than I first though Sherlock, the stars are high in the sky. Why didn't I bother to check the time before I left? Did I just forget? I forget a lot of things now Sherlock, really I do. I don't think of much now. It's just empty. I have to try and focus on something though, don't I? Yes is the answer, which is why I'm on the roof.
The same roof. That roof. I know it's silly, but when I'm kneeling by the edge, I can feel you there. Knowing I can see the same things as you could, makes me feel a little closer to you Sherlock.
It's funny, before we met I never imagined someone like you. What are we Sherlock? I have so many questions I need to answer. Which is why I'm standing now, looking down, and over the edge.
I'm not afraid, because I'm not thinking. Thinking is over rated. It brings hurt, and confusion and memories, when all I really want is you.
So I let go. I cut all the ties, and just fall.
I fall Sherlock, so fast, and it stops so hard. So hard, it can't be fixed.
But I wasn't to know you didn't really break, now could I? Because there's only so much waiting a person can do Sherlock.