(A/N: Please, this is just my first fanfic, it's really more of a drabble... please just review or ignore or whatever...)
Music
The music of a violin. This is what he returns to. He nearly drops the groceries cradled in his arms as he hears the strains of music. He goes up the stairs carefully.
He doesn't know why he stayed at 221B. He just did. Maybe it was the comfortable chaos, the reminder of his flatmate.
As he nears the top of the stairs, he hesitates. It's been five months. It couldn't be. He gently pushes the door open.
"Impossible," He whispers, groceries tumbling from his arms, going everywhere, milk splattering. He doesn't notice. All he can do is stand and stare at the source of the music.
"Sh-sherlock?"