Sherlock Fanfiction – Getting Over Him

~The day~

He ends the call and drops the phone.

"Sherlock!"

We lock eyes one last time. The he falls. Everything seems to slow down; his coat billows in the wind that's also ruffling his hair, such beauty can't end now.

"SHERLOCK!"

I run forward, I have got to catch him but already I know I am too late. I close my eyes and come to a standstill, I just can't watch. I hear a sickening thud and a crack and immediately my eyes re-open. I regret that decision. Even from all the way over here I can see the scarlet blood pouring from his head, his immobile body. I go run forward again but my legs buckled, right in the middle of the road. I kneel there, my world is spinning. I hear the regular noise of busy London but it's all white noise. I see a car rushing towards me but I don't care.

"Let it kill me" I mumble.

I feel someone push me out of the road, I see a streak of blonde hair but then it disappears as the side of my face hits the pavement. I clamber to stand up and stutter a thank you, only getting a glimpse of my rescuer's face. I need to get to Sherlock and fast. I run over, stumbling once or twice, and as I make it to his side I kneel beside him. He's only just conscious. His face looks up to the sky, the pale beauty that was once his is masked by the dull pale glow and the blood dripping down his face,

"Oh Sherlock..." I whisper, tears sliding silently down my face.

He gives a small pitiful smile and I watch as the last breath leaves his lungs and his eyes close. I can't help myself. I cry on his chest, loud sobs escape my mouth. I grip his shirt, clinging myself close to him. I hear the wail of sirens but they're nowhere near as loud as the wails in my head. I feel the paramedics grip my shoulders in an attempt to pull me away but I was not leaving this man. More came and they eventually pulled my arms back and dragged me away thrashing. I was aware I was shouting but I didn't know what, nothing made sense anymore. They put me in the back of an ambulance and shut the doors, probably thought I was crazy. I saw them lift Sherlock's body onto a gurney through the little windows in the ambulance; I saw his face and pounded on the doors. He was so close yet so far away from me. They opened the doors to the other ambulance and rolled Sherlock into it, I shouted again and again, weeping for my friend, my best friend.