'Sherlock, Sherlock where are you?' yelled John Watson at the edge of reichenbach falls looking over into the foggy water.
Just as he turned around he saw a note on the muddy path folded in a unique style . It was a letter from Sherlock the very last letter from him. When reading the letter John couldn't help a tear roll down his face, Sherlock had been his best friend for many years, and now he was gone. A pure genius now gone from the world and all he could do was cry about it. No Sherlock deserved better then a tear or two, he had done so much and yet nothing at all and it was tearing John apart. He couldn't help himself once a few tears came out he started crying hysterically, sobbing till he was a wreck, not only in his heart but in his mind. He knew Sherlock was dead his brain told him that, but his heart told him different like it was telling him not to give up hope on his dead flatmate, friend and companion. John very much wanted to stay here and wait for him to return with his funny mannerisms and humour and maybe he would be wearing his long coat again with one of his real smiles. John was one of the only people who saw the real Sherlock Holmes his compassionate side where he actually cared for people. John saw this Sherlock Holmes when he first met Moriarty at the swimming pool. When John was wearing the bomb Sherlock was scared for his friend he could tell, Sherlock was talking calmly with Moriarty but in his eyes he could see that he was terrified for him. In that second when Dr John Watson remembers the memory he realises he was lucky to meet such an amazing human being. A smile gets painted across his face as he thinks of all the Good times, The Bad times, The Scary times and The Times where it was just Sherlock and him a perfect team as it seems.
'Sherlock, I never told you how brilliant you were and I wish I had' yelled John over the edge at the water below.
John turned around not able to keep looking at the place Sherlock died. Little did he know a hand had gripped onto the edge of the cliff pulling himself up. Once he was safely back on the path he walked over to John and put his hand on his shoulder.
'Thank you John, I'll keep that in mind' whispered Sherlock smiling to himself.
'No problem Sherlock, I just….' John turned to face Sherlock with a look of surprise on his face.
'Yes John, what is it' Sherlock said walking back towards the hotel.
'But you can't be here, Sherlock, your dead' yelled John running after him.
'I think you talking to me and me responding proves that I am a living soul John, don't you agree' responded Sherlock with an understanding look on his face.
'I guess so, but how did you survive? I mean no-one could survive that kind of fall and I should know I'm a doctor' stammered John now walking with Sherlock not behind him.
'Well that is a very good question John, very good, I survived by falling onto a ledge while poor old Moriarty fell to his death. I tried to help him onto the ledge with me but he lost his grip and fell and then I heard you yelling my name and I stayed quiet to hear what you had to say about me. Do you really think I'm brilliant?' questioned Sherlock looking at John grinning away.
'Yes Sherlock you are brilliant, so what are we going to do now?' asked John.
'Well I say we take ourselves back to the hotel and rest and then later we can leave for England I do miss our apartment John'