Hello there!
So this is something a bit different to what I normally do, but it stems from something that my therapist made me do to cope with grief and losing someone suddenly, and it seemed to fit. I recently joined the infamous Sherlock fandom. It is a magical inspirational place and I felt the need to write...at 5:12 in the morning...and this is what my subconscious came up with. It is only the kind of intro-if you will. Chapters will get longer. Any and all ideas/feedback are more than welcomed. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy! I'm going to aim to update once a week :)
Thank-you, Amy

May 16th

Sherlock,

I don't know why I'm writing this to you. It's be a long time…God knows it's been a very long time. My therapist – not Ella, no, Mycroft practically forced me to get a new one – seemed to be getting annoyed at my lack of progress at "moving past the passing of my colleague" so rather than talk to her about…that time…she said I should write to you. Doesn't that seem a bit – well – stupid to you? I mean you're…well…dead. It's not like you're going to magically reappear and write me back. I have to write one of these a week though, and then give them back to Jane – oh, yeah, that's the new shrink-I mean therapists-name. It's like homework all over again!

Truth be told though Sherlock, I'm still waiting. I'm still waiting for my miracle. It just doesn't seem…right that you're not here. Mocking my grammar or playing the violin right in my ear when I'm trying to write; complaining about the simplicity and stupidity of "normal small minded vacant little people". I miss you. I miss Baker Street. I haven't been able to go back. Mrs Hudson has some new lodgers though. I had her send me your stuff though, just in case the people moving in didn't take to kindly to heads being in the fridge or various experiments on cupboard mould under the sink. How we didn't die from some form of exposure is beyond me Sherlock!
I'm living in Brixton at the moment. Funnily it's not far from that house! Do you remember – stupid question, of course you do! The one from the "Study in Pink". I like being close to it. It makes me feel closer to you. It still doesn't even make sense that you're not here. That you'd jump of a bloody building. I just…I'm just…I can't even begin to entertain the idea that you weren't everything I knew you to be all that time we were together. Even Lestrade has – had – trouble accepting it. I guess Donovan and Anderson played a big part in getting him to believe the crap that The Sun and other newspapers were spouting. I warned you though Sherlock – the press ALWAYS turn…and they turned on you in the worst way possible. In a way, I'm sort of glad you didn't see the fallout. But damn, I wish you were here now. I miss my best friend. You really were the greatest man I ever knew. Even if you were a colossal pain in the arse. I'd take your whining and tantrums over this nothing any day.

Please stop this.

Your best friend,

John.

Don't forget to let me know what you think, any thoughts/ideas/criticisms :)
See you next week!

Amy x