Memories. Chapter 1.
The wind brushes against my cheeks as i walk down the busy London pavement. People pass me, all absentmindedly knocking into my side and never stopping to apologize. They are all idiots. They all are unaware of the tragedy that took place today and all the hurt that has gone on for the last 20 years. They are all stupid.
The tears that began falling hours ago still wet my face, freshly burning my cold cheeks. My breathing is still laboured and i am still having to walk slowly to ensure i don't just simply keel over. But then, that option is becoming increasingly favourable the closer i get to home. 221B Baker Street. Can i even call it home anymore? It wont feel like it, he was what made it home, now it is just some flat in some damp ridden house in the middle of shitty old London.
I used to love this place but without him none of it means a thing. It is all just stuff and they are all just people. Stupid, lucky people who get to go on living there lives because they don't know, they haven't noticed what's missing, who's missing.
I pass Angelos and my breathe becomes momentarily hitched again. But i force my self to blink and move on. The middle of the road is no place to give up. Heck, i should never give up, he certainly never would.
I can still feel the anger inside me. The man that took him away from me will never even be punished, the coward took his own life. Frustration bubbles at the surface too. I could've been there, i could've saved him, i could have at least been there as he left this world, this cruel, cruel world. But no, stupid old me was just a moment too late. And now the chance has gone and all the moments that could've been are just imagined dreams floating in the midnight winter sky.
Finally i turn on to Baker Street but i don't look up. I don't want to see the buildings we passed together, or the taxis we rode in, or the buildings we jumped across. None of it. All of it is simply a reminder of what left this world today. I grit my teeth to stop a growl escaping my lips. I have never been this angry. After counting the steps i stop as i realise im here, 221. I turn, still not looking up, and climb the steps until i reach the rusty old door. Mrs Hudson is there in a flash.
"Oh dear! John. Come in..."She says sniffling. Of course she will miss him, i thought. I didn't want to be with anyone so we simply exchanged pleasantries and she left me in our living room to think. Thinking comes all too easily these days. If he taught me anything it was that thinking can help. But all i can think about tonight is the last 5 years and all the moments that caused tonight to be even more painful.
We started as friends, hell not even that, we started as acquaintances and we worked up to being in a fully fledged relationship that believe it or not, worked quite well more often than not. But now there is nothing but the bitter sweet memories.
Basiclly what i want to do is plot out the last five years of there life. Starting obviously with a study in pink
Will be slash eventually . Please review. Ideas for there life. Cases . etc : )
Ps hoppe grammer and spelling etc is okay im awful lol