This is the first time I publish something that I wrote. Please excuse my mistakes. English is not my native language but I tried! I hope you like it :)
"It's been four months now Sherlock, please try to get over this...". Mrs Hudson was really worried about Sherlock. He wasn't eating or sleeping, he
was barely speaking and it was like, he was lost on his own world, where noone else has been before and noone was aloud to enter. He used to get
up from bed every morning and take a sit in front of the small window of his room. He stood there staring at the road of Baker street without talking or
moving at all. He was lost. He was sitting there day and night waiting for something or someone... Mrs Hudson used to take him to bed and turn the
lights of in order to sleep. But he wasn't sleeping. He couldn't. He had this nightmare, every time he closed his eyes. It was him... John. John was his
nightmare. "You're not worthy of my friendship Sherlock. You're not worthy of my love and protection. You want to get killed?That's what you want?
Fine. You can do whatever you desire. I'm leaving, I won't bother you anymore" , he said and he walked out of the door. That was the last thing he
ever heard from him. The house of 221b in Baker street had never been quiter before. "He's gone and it was all my fault. Yes it's your fault Sherlock
Holmes" he used to say. "Please John, come back..." Sherlock wanted to scream. He wanted his friend back, his brother. But after all he was Sherlock
Holmes and Sherlock Holmes couldn't apologize to anyone for any reason...
John was laying on the bed of a small hotel room on the other side of London. He was trying to put his thoughts in order once again when the phone
rung. "Excuse me sir, there's a lady on the line. She wish to speak to you. She says it's important" The receptionist was waiting for him patiently. A
woman?Asking for him? Noone knew where he was. " Uhm... put her on the line please". The girl pressed some buttons and hung up the phone.
Moments later John was able to hear his caller's voice. "John, my boy, is that you?" the voice was so familiar. " Mrs Hudson!? How did you find me?" He
was really surprised and happy to hear to this woman's voice after all this time. " John dear, you told me once that this was you favorite hotel because
it's quiet and cozy. I remember everything you see! I knew where to find you all along". Her voice was breaking down. She seemed like she was crying.
"Is there everything ok Mrs Hudson? Is...Is Sherlock alright?" He started to worry. " Listen John, dear. I would never bother you if it wasn't important
and you know that very well. No, he's not ok. How could he be? After all this time and still he's not fine. Please my boy, come back home!" She was
begging him, he could tell. "Mrs Hudson...is there anything else you wish to tell me?" He couldn't go back, not yet. " I understand", said the woman,
"that you're still angry with him. I do. But he needs you John. He really needs you. He misses you, I can see that. He misses you my boy! He would ask
you to forgive him if he could..." The woman was definatelly crying now. Things were out of hand, he had to do something. " I'll come and see you
tomorrow morning mrs Hudson but please don't talk about this to Sherlock. I don't want to see him yet. I just want to talk to you, ok?Please" It was
the least he could do for this poor woman. He loved her like he did his mother. " I'll be there at nine. Make sure you have some of this lovely cake of
yours! I missed it!" He tried to make her smile and she did. "I'll be waiting for you son. I'll be waiting..."