TEXTS FROM JOHN WATSON
-You died today. I watched as your body fell from the sky. You looked like an angel.
-Git.
-You're still dead. Mycroft has been telling people. There's no point. It's all over the news.
-Sherlock, people keep telling me you're a fake.
-Were*
-How can I get them to shut up?
-I punched Anderson at the funeral today.
-You would be proud.
-Mrs Hudson left for her sisters today. Couldn't stand how empty the flat was.
-She bought long life milk.
-Lestrade came round today. Told me he believed in you.
-I cried.
-Sorry I didn't text yesterday. Didn't feel up to it.
-I punched Mycroft.
-Sorry.
-Sherlock, could you grab some bread?
-Sorry.
-Have you met anyone interesting?
-It seems like everyone has forgotten about you.
-I haven't
-I wont.
-Molly quit her job today. Said it was too hard.
-I see why you were so fond of that blue dressing gown of yours. It's comfy.
-Come back.
-Please.
-Do you really want to see a grown man beg?
-One of your homeless network came round today and dropped off some flowers for you.
-I told them you weren't interested in gifts but you were grateful all the same.
-Sherlock the dressing gown is starting to smell like me.
-I hate it.
-I hate a lot recently.
-Not you.
-I could never hate you.
-Sherlock the skull looks lonely.
-He doesn't want to speak to me.
-Sherlock my limp is worse than ever.
-Sherlock where are you?
-Sherlock I need you to come back.
-Sherlock come home you wonderful bastard.
-Please.
-Sherlock.
-Stop it. Stop being a child and come home this instant!
-Sherlock.
-Sherlock it has been months. When will this end?
-Sherlock, I keep expecting to see you in the morning, sat at the kitchen table experimenting.
-It's weird not having body parts in the fridge Sherlock.
-Sherlock, your violin is unusually quiet.
-I know I haven't been texting as much Sherlock, but I just can't bear it when you don't reply.
-Sherlock, Mrs Hudson isn't very well. She's getting thinner and thinner, and she's always tired.
-Sherlock I'm worried.
-Sherlock I need you to tell me it will be OK
-Sherlock, please.
-Mrs Hudson passed away this morning.
-The house is so empty.
-Sherlock she left me the house in her will.
-Actually Sherlock, she left it to both of us.
-You have to come back now.
-If only for the funeral.
-I don't think I can make it through another funeral Sherlock.
-It's been 15 months and 11 days since you left me Sherlock.
-It's been 15 fucking months.
-I though it was supposed to get easier?
-Please Sherlock.
-I need you.
-I miss you.
-I love you.
~I love you too John. - SH