Okay so I really don't know how to work this website/ upload my fanfics so this is just for practice. The next one will be better I swear! Written in John's POV. Sorry if they are OOC. Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Sherlock. It's all lucky bbc's!
I can't keep living like this. I though. All I have to do is jump. Just like Sherlock did a year ago. Exactly a year ago.
Walking up the stairs of St. Barts, my feet become heavier and heavier. When, I finally reach the roof, I can barely walk. Slowly inching foward, I make it to the exact place where Sherlock stood before he jumped. I text Sherlock's old number. I know he won't read it, but I text him anyways. I throw down my phone and stand on the ledge, looking down onto the city. "Three, two-"
"Don't." I hear a deep baritone voice say. Sherlock's voice.
No, it can't be... He's dead... He's been dead. It's just my imagination. I just have to jump. "Goodbye Sherlock." I whisper, closing my eyes and stepping off the ledge, one tear streaming down my face.
Okay so if I should leave it there or continue and make it a two-shot where Sherlock saves John is all up to you! Just comment your answer to weather it should be a one-shot or two-shot and that's it! Thanks for reading my first fanfic, it means the world to me!