~Prolouge~
It's been six months since Sherlock jumped. Five months since I got a new flat. And nothing is different. Six months, and the nightmares came back with venegence, the limp slowly coming back. Six months since I was forced back to therapy, and for the last four, she has been nagging me to start up my blog again. Two months since I've stopped listening to her.
And its been five months since I've stopped hating him for doing it, for lying so badly to me. Five months since I have felt utterly loss.
It's been five hours since I've started to think that maybe, just maybe, Sherlock isn't going to perform my miracle.
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Today, it has been a year. I've tried to move on, but little has changed. It's been two months since I've managed to convince a girl that the tabloids were lies, and that Sherlock was not my late lover.
It's been six months since I've decided to face the music, and realize Sherlock was not coming back. It still hurt to think about him.
It's been an hour since I've been at his grave. It's been thirty minutes since I've cleaned the site, making sure it didn't look more than a week old. Stone polished, grass trimmed, this and that.
It's been five minutes of silence. Five minutes of painful, dragging silence. It's been about ten seconds since I've realized I can't talk to him any more.
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It's been eighteen months. It's been a year and a half. And yet, it still feels like he died yesterday. It's hard to completely lose hope in him.
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It's been two years. Its been a hour since I arrived at my old flat to visit Mrs. Hudson, its been fifty-nine minutes since my chest started to ache, and constrict.
It's been three weeks since I felt that flame of hope flicker even lower. Two years. If he was alive, why would he wait so long?
It will be an hour before we go to Sherlock's grave. It will be two hours before I cry for the fourth time for that man.
It will be the fourth time I try to say something important. It's will be the fourth time I don't.
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It's been thirty months, two years and a half, since the death of my best friend. It's been a six months since my hope has flared. It's been three months since media announced that they wrong. It's been two weeks since I proposed.
It's been thirty months, and in that time, I've never really, truly been happy.
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It's been thirty-six months, three years. I've been awake since five. It's been a month since I've slept good.
It's been thirty minutes since I've felt like something is off. It's been five minutes since my cheat started to ache again.
It's been thirty-six months since I had heard that voice.
It's been five minutes since my miracle has come.
Okay, so this is the first time I've written something not Durarara related, but recently I've become obsessed with Sherlock along with the Sherlock and John Ho Yay. I've seen the first series twice, and the second once, while seeing Scandal twice.
So, anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! Review if convient, and review even if its inconvient :) (JK)