AN: Hey again guys! This is more than a little bit sad, so apologies if it brings back any Reichenbach feels :3
Verse 1 – John
If I should die before I wake
It's 'cause you took my breath away
Losing you is like living in a world with no air
John sat in his armchair, all but numb to his surroundings. The focus of his attention, as always, was the black armchair gathering dust directly opposite his own.
He did not cry – three years on, his eyes had long since run dry. Instead, a penetrating, hollow ache pulsed deep inside him, the only thing he felt that broke through the numb façade.
As he sat letting the minutes tick steadily into hours, he does nothing to stop the onslaught of memories. His expression remains a dull, lifeless mask as he is hit by wave upon wave of painful reminders of all he has lost.
That doesn't mean to say it doesn't still hurt. In fact, inside, John is still as he was on the day of the Fall; crying, pleading, cursing, wishing his best friend back from beyond. He merely suppresses this, keeps it bubbling just below the surface for the sake of his sanity and his friends.
A tentative knock at the door cuts the oppressive silence like a bullet, and John surfaces sharply from wallowing in the past:
"Are you OK, John? I've not heard you moving about, but I thought you must be getting hungry…" Mrs Hudson witters, and he accepts her motherly fussing with the ghost of a smile. She disappears back downstairs after pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and telling him to "take care, won't you?"
He is suddenly aware of a gnawing sensation in his stomach, and takes on of Mrs Hudson's sandwiches in a bid to silence it.