What he couldn't say

by Living-a-vida-Sherloki'd

A short epilogue of the last scene of the Reichenback Fall when John never said what he wanted to

'Why are you here?' the therapist asked.

John let out a long and mournful sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. 'You read the papers?'

'Sometimes.'

'And you watch the news?'

'Yes.'

'Then you know exactly why I'm here.'

'What happen, John?' She asked, leaning forward in her seat.

'Sherlock -' John began, the words catching in his throat. 'Sherlock Holmes, my best friend – he's dead.'

A tear rolled down his face and the Doctor fell back in his seat.

He began to unravel the story of how it'd happened, watching him fall, Moriarty, Richard Brook, seeing his mangled corpse on the street.

'All those things you wanted to say,' she began, 'say them now.'

John waved his hand weakly. 'I can't.'

'John.'

'He's dead.'

'I know, John.'

The silence lingered, only broken by John's attempts to hold back his tears.

'He's and dead and I love him.'