It was the end- John knew it was. He stood on the same ledge, looking down at the same scene that Sherlock must have seen when he jumped. It had started off as an investigation, trying to figure out exactly what had happened there, but there were very few clues. There was a bit of blood poured on the roof where he could only assume Moriarty had been laying, along with the phone that Sherlock had thrown on the ground. He gripped it tightly, biting down on his lower lip.
How stupid Sherlock was. Did he even think about how he would feel about this? Did he think he'd even believe him when he said he was a fake. Taking a few deep breaths, the other closed his eyes for a moment, trying to push out the thoughts of how selfish the other was and replace them with times that he felt close to the other. It…didn't work. His mind was consumed with how the other really had stood there, forcing the doctor to watch.
Gritting his teeth, he shook his head lightly, feeling the tears threatening to pour. How had John missed the signs? There were always signs? Had he been so emotionally invested in the other that he just pushed all sign of reason out of his mind? Clenching his teeth, he balled his hands into fists, squeezing so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
John closed his eyes and took a deep breath, covering his face with his hands. Feeling the cool plastic of the other's phone in one of his hands, he quickly began sobbing. How could Sherlock had left him there, feeling so lost? Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to stop himself, tried to get the tears to stop pouring. His heart fell to the pit of his stomach, he took a step off the ledge for a moment. That selfish man had left him all alone again, and it was more than he could bear.
Wiping at his eyes with his sleeve, the other was finally able to calm down. He put the phone down on the ledge before reaching into his own pocket and grabbing his own, quickly sending a text towards the other.
If you jump, I jump. -JW
Watching Sherlock's phone light up, he smiled ever so softly before stepping on the ledge once again. He'd join him. He was tired of people telling him that he was crazy, that the man he had become close to was a complete and total fake. Not only was Sherlock a lie when it came to everyone else, but his life as he knew it was as well. John knew he wouldn't be able to stand being at the flat anymore. He had even gone so far as to check into a hotel for a few days while he collected his thoughts and tried to accept that the other had killed himself.
Taking a few deep breaths, John looked down towards the sidewalk, watching the people pass by. It seemed they didn't notice him, which was surely a good thing. He didn't want people to try to stop him. Taking a deep breath, he mentally prepared himself. Standing up straight, the man who had been in the military refused to be anything but professional.
Though, something caught his eye. On top of a car, there seemed to be writing. And there it was again on another car. Taking a deep breath, he watched them come to a stop, filling out a complete sentence.
I believe in John Watson. -SH
Shivers ran up his spine and the other took a step back. How…? How could someone plan a trick like this? Sherlock was dead, and that was it. But…there was no one who could have planned something like this aside from him. Clenching his hands tightly, he tried turned on his heel before leaning down to pick up the two phones. He picked up his own, dialing the ever familiar number to hear that familiar voice. He continued to try to keep calm as he listened, but upon hearing the beep, his voice shook.
"F-Fine…I'll wait for your miracle, Sh-Sherlock…" He took a deep breath, wiping at his eyes with his sleeve once again. "D-Don't…let me down. I…I need you here. I can't…do this alone…"