The flat was quiet. For once, no violin filled the air, no arguments, and no explosions; Just sweet silence. The inhabitants were in their respective chairs, the taller curled in a ball and the shorter sitting properly, tapping away at a laptop. Domestic bliss, some might say.
A voice cut through the silence like a knife.
"Do you ever think about the future, Sherlock?"
The taller didn't move, just replied. "I have no time for philosophy right now, John."
John rolled his eyes and closed his laptop. "Answer the question."
"…Do you think about it?"
"I'm being serious."
Sherlock sighed and righted himself in the chair. "Alright, alright…" He leaned back and thought for a while.
"What do you see?" The blond man enquired.
A small smile graced the thinking man's lips, and he opened his eyes. "You." His gaze found the others, "I see you."
John's breath hitched in his throat as the piercing look became softer. "I see you pottering about the flat, making me tea and shouting at me when I don't sleep. I see you rolling your eyes when I pass out on the sofa and then putting a blanket over me. I see you and my future looks great."
The shorter man grinned and got out of his chair. He crossed the gap between them and placed a gentle kiss on Sherlock's lips. "How about you?" The raven haired man asked. John just rolled his eyes and went back to kissing his love senseless.
John opened his eyes and let a tear fall down his face, mingling with the rain.
"I saw you." He whispered, head falling forwards onto the cold black surface. His fingers traced the gold letters and he let out a small sob, fingers falling to the damp earth beneath him.
"I saw you."