DREAMER
So this text is not writen by Elizabeth Mary Holmes as one would have expected to, but by her ovely friend Ryokushokuaru. Indeed she was too shy to publish it on her own profile. She is not used to write in English and this is her first publication in that language... So be kind and help her :) Thanks a lot. If you read French, you can read her other texts, they are nice, believe me.
EMH.
Sherlock kissed me once again.
We were out; it was raining. I am now soaked but I am not cold: I am in his arms. Raindrops in his hair are falling down on my face. Though, I don't dare to open my eyes, I don't want to meet his blue eyes. His mouth is sweet and sugary. I'm lucky to be the only one allowed to taste such a delightful sweet.
In shortness of breath, he moves away slowly. I gasp. I shudder. Finally, I manage to say: "Don't leave me." He strokes my cheek, and whispers to me:
«You should go to sleep"
"I don't forget your kisses"
"You must be tired, it's a dream"
"Kiss me again, please... please Sherlock"
"Tomorrow John...Tomorrow"
...
The sunrays are illuminating my bedroom, I try to open my eyes, they are sticky. When I am able to observe the room, I am alone. Sherlock is not there. He died...
I let a hand run through my hair: I still have a dream. Sometimes I see his fall again. And sometimes I dream that he is kissing me, that he is back. But this is only a mirage of the night. I think I'm turning mad. I miss him.
I touch my lips: they are wet. I laugh at myself. I must have been kissing my pillow. At night, it becomes my Sherlock. I live in my own world.
…
It's late, John has finally managed to fall asleep. A shadow enters in the doctor's bedroom. He verifies if the blond man is sleeping. He moved to his side, looks sleep his beautiful face. The stranger caresses his cheek. He rests his lips on his.
"Sherlock...?"
"You should sleep John."
"No...no"
"It's a sweet dream my love, don't spoil it."
Once John is quiet and asleep, Sherlock kisses him again and again.
In the morning, the doctor would have waked up alone once again.
But not that morning.