I will not say goodbye!
Softly the lock of the door clicked, as John opened the door to 221B Baker Street for the first time in months. He took a deep breath, not able to enter for a moment. But then, finally, he stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind him. As always when he came home, he threw his keys into a little bowl that was standing on a small table next to the door, and then he hung up his jacket. It felt like always…as if nothing had changed. He almost expected to hear some gunshots or the sound of a song played on a violin.
John felt strangely calm, strangely relaxed. Slowly he went into the living room. He had to smile softly. Misses Hudson really had kept her promise to keep everything just as it had been until John was ready. Everything was still at its place. Even that skull named 'friend'. The only difference was that there was no dust. Their dear landlady seemed to have taken extremely good care of everything. He thanked her silently for this.
The blonde haired man…no…not really blonde anymore; what happened over the last few months had let him age quite a bit and his hair was now more grey than blonde, and there were deep wrinkles in his face; let his fingertips run over that deer stalker Sherlock had loathed so much. John had to smile slightly at that memory. He still remembered that slight frown of Sherlock when he received this as a present from Lestrade and how he ranted about it at home.
John let his gaze wander through the room further. He could literally feel the dark haired man's presence, almost hear his voice. All those countless conversations they had here, the heated discussions, the laughs. And everything was…over. Gone…just…gone, within a second everything had crumbled. John now crossed the room to the music stand Sherlock had always used. Next to it was the violin case. Again he ran his fingers softly over the surface of that case. Sherlock had loved to play the violin. Sometimes he had played it for hours on end, even in the middle of the night. On the stand were some sheets of music. Something Sherlock had composed, he supposed.
After a moment of thinking he carefully took those sheets of music and put them into his bag. John also took that violin. He knew how Sherlock loved the sound of his violin. So he decided to learn to play it to be able to play it at his best friend's grave. After one last glance around the room, he turned to leave the flat again, put on his jacket and took his keys. As he opened the door, Misses Hudson came upstairs and smiled at him. "John…have you come to finally say goodbye to him?" the elderly women asked him. John smiled softly at her and shook his head "No…Misses Hudson. I will not say goodbye to him…never. Because I will always believe in Sherlock Holmes.". With these words he locked the door again, went downstairs and left 221 B Baker Street.
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