Sherlock ran his slender, pale index finger around the rim of his glass. He wasn't showing much for he mastered to hide his feelings well from the world. He was boiling over the edge inside though.
"How can you be so resentful?"
He thought to himself as he watched John. He had promised to come with John to come and see his buddies from fighting in the military. The thing he didn't count on was even though he was introduced as John's boyfriend, a few of his so called " buddies", had different plans. He had had enough of seeing John let those men put their hands on what was his. He may not be built like the men in front of him, but he for sure was a lot smarter and could be quick on his feet when he needed to be. He downed the last bit of his drink, walked over to John and tugged him closer to himself. Sherlock then smiled the fakest of smiles at his buddies, and spoke in the happiest tone he could spit out at the moment.
" So John, I think it is time we go, you promised me to do that thing we where going to do at this time, right now."
He went to pull John towards him and leave when John pulled away. Sherlock turned and raised a brow at John.
" I am sorry Sherlock but no, lately I have been dancing to your tune, hell I have since we have met. I want to stay with my friends for a bit longer. "
John then patted one of his friend's shoulders and then winked as they both laughed. Sherlock knew that there was some hidden joke between the two of them. The gesture though sent Sherlock over the edge. He shoved John's hand off the mans shoulder and glared at John, making John freeze at the sudden change in Sherlock's once soft, bright blue, eyes. To now a dark, jealous, anger filled ones.
"I did well today, didn't I? I let you see your buddies and I sat by myself John, and tried to act " normal" as people call it. I did it all for you! Now, lets go home, now."
Sherlock said in a stern voice that even sent shivers down his buddy's spines. John then shot him a glare and crossed his arms.
" You know what Sherlock? Why don't you just back the fuck off? Hm? How do you like that? Oh and you can walk home, I'm not leaving here and that's final."
Sherlock was in shock then turned around and stormed away, he cursed to himself and he pulled his coat closer to his skinny body. Once he was home, he was soaked to the bone; he continued to undress himself for all layers where wet now. He sighed heavily for the rain was not a great help to the storm that was brewing in his heart. He was angry with John, but more so sad. He hopped into their shower to warm up from the cold rain he was in just only minutes ago. After he got out, his jet black, curly mass of hair dripped down his pale, soft, slim chest.
" John? Are you home yet?"
Silence.
Sherlock sighed heavily. How strange it is, being alone, Sherlock thought to himself. He normally didn't think twice about it. Not unless it was nights like this. They had been fighting more, to the point where they both would make themselves exhausted from all the yelling, filling their lungs with air, but breathing out hurtful words that sliced into both of their hearts. Their souls once danced together like silk. It was perfect, smooth, and shined when the sun or people looked upon it. Sherlock finished getting dressed when John came stumbling in. Before Sherlock could get a word in, John held up his hand and hiccupped.
" I am done fighting you.. Today."
Sherlock blinked then sighed, as he understood, John walked over and passed Sherlock. He didn't even look at Sherlock as he just plopped onto their bed.
" John.."
Sherlock whispered, his heart felt heavy as he re-thought what he had said tonight. He then perked up, for tomorrow morning he would make it up to John. Sherlock grabbed a pillow, blanket and made himself comfy on the couch in the main room. He fell asleep smiling softly to himself, as he thought about when he first met John. He was going to turn this one-person tango, back into a two person one.
The next day he had made breakfast for John, he gently knocked but heard nothing, he walked in and smiled.
" John, good day! I thought you would like some food in bed because I-I was a jerk last night and I-"
Sherlock paused as he saw the bed was made up, but was empty. His felt his heart drop slightly but then shook his head. He made his way back to the kitchen. He turned and passed his skull.
" I think he just went for a walk or something, maybe even picked up a case for us. What do you think? I can tell by the-"
He stopped in his tracks as he noticed John's belongings in the main room had been removed, his files where all neatly put away. There was a note put on the chair John normally would sit across from Sherlock. The chair the sparked a lot of lately night talks, the ones where their souls sang and intertwined, making that beautiful dance pick up again.
" Hm, I bet it's a note about not leaving dead things in the freezer again."
Sherlock shrugged, picked up the note and began to read. Half way through the note he froze. He felt a ache in his chest, one that felt like someone had made his heart three times as small, pinched it, then popped it. Making him feel empty inside. His hand started to shake lightly as tears started to threaten to come pouring down. He read the end bit of the letter.
" Sherlock, I love you. I always have but I can't do this anymore. I can't wait for you to take my hand and-, well the with way you described are love. I can't wait for you to dance your way over to me; I can't let this be a one-person tango when it's meant for two. It's over Sherlock. I set the files and everything back to where they should be. I removed all my stuff when you where asleep. I also am taking a train and moving away for a bit. I am sorry, hopefully you can find someone who can dance a different song with you. One that I couldn't seem to do for you. Take care.
John W.
Sherlock felt tears stream down his high placed cheekbones, down his face and onto the floor. He dropped onto his knees and crushed then threw the letter across the room.
