A/N: Well, I just love writing fic's set after TRF, so I decided that this would be a good thing to start, every chapter will be a new person trying to help John through the depressing pit of despair he has launched himself into after the death of Sherlock. Please do enjoy and review, thank you :3
"John dear, you need to rest." Ms. Hudson said as I made tea and cleaned the already pristine countertop. Just trying to do something; anything to keep my mind busy and distracted from all the pain. "John, it's not healthy…he wouldn't have wanted this." She whispered. "He wouldn't have wanted what Ms. Hudson? He wouldn't have wanted me to have gone mad over this whole situation?" She looked away as my voice escalated. "He should have bloody well thought of that before…" the words were stifled as I slammed down the cloth I had been cleaning the counter with, and leaned against the table for support. "John, you did everything you could." Ms. Hudson said as she placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
"Clearly not enough; not nearly enough." I wished with all my heart that it was Sherlock's, and at just the thought of him tears started to trickle down my cheek, and then I choked out the three words I thought I'd never say. "I loved him." The flat was swallowed by silence as Ms. Hudson whipped away tears. "I know…I know you did, and that love will keep him alive right here." She placed her hand over my heart. As she turned to walk away, she looked at me and said "This shall pass." But I knew in my heart, I would not be the same without Sherlock Holmes.
