John yawned softly as he entered his flat, a couple pieces of mail and the newspaper under his arm along with a piece of candy in his hand. He wore his black and white striped sweater over a button down white shirt and tan pants. Nothing fancy; even if it was Valentine's Day. Usually he would dress up nice, but usually he would have someone to spend it with.
It had been a couple months since 'the incident' and things were still not normal. John figured they never could truly go back to normal, how could they? Sherlock had an important role in his life and now that he was gone, it just felt like a permanently empty space was in his heart.
He causally placed the candy in his mouth, savoring the taste. Mrs. Hudson has just made some fresh almond chocolate bites and John couldn't resist. She always made the best things, baked goods, confectionaries, culinary masterpieces if you will.
As the blond doctor went to walk past the kitchen, he stopped, hearing a soft ringing. Almost like a ringtone. He glanced over to see a hot pink, heart shaped box. It had a black ribbon on it, tied into a bow. That hadn't been there before. Where had it come from? 'A bomb?' John thought to himself as he approached the strange box. He placed the newspaper, mail, and half eaten candy down on the counter before picking the pink item up. He slowly opened the lid, honestly not knowing what to expect.
He glanced into the package, a bit confused by its contents. It had a dark pink, almost a dark red, satin lining along with a familiar pink phone. It was the phone from 'The Study in Pink'. 'Again?' John thought to himself, a soft sigh escaping his lips. 'Who sent it?'
What was even weirder was what was on the screen. "You have 10 new messages" It read. Slightly curious, John slide the button, unlocking the phone. His eyes went wide and he nearly dropped the phone.
"I saw you at the bus stop? SH"
"That brand is not good, don't buy it. SH"
"Lonely dinner? SH"
"I miss your coffee. SH"
"Did Mrs. Hudson clear my room? SH"
"Still nothing updated on your blog. SH"
"Do you miss me? SH"
John felt his chest tighten heavily, tears forming in his eyes. 'SH'? Sherlock? Sherlock Holmes? The Sherlock that just died? But… how…? He snapped out of his thought, hearing the phone go off again, signing another text had come through. He felt a couple tears fall down his face, reading it. Then reading it again and again. No matter how many times he read it, it still read the same. He held the phone up as he covered his face with his hands. Tears flooded his eyes and quickly fell down his cheeks.
Sherlock stood outside the flat, a small, but warm smile on his face. Behind his back he held a dozen roses, hoping the other would like them. Surprisingly he was somewhat nervous to see John again. How would he react? Faint? Cry? Punch him? All would very possible. Mostly the punch one. However, he didn't care. He needed to see him again. His doctor. His blogger. His Watson. He took out his phone, texting out a message before slipping the phone back in his trench coat pocket.
"Happy Valentine's day, John. Open the door for me. SH*"