Another one of the result of my inspirations from Tumblr! I hope you like it!
Disclaimer : I DON'T OWN ANYTHING
John Watson stared at the computer screen , staring back at him lifelessly. The same emails. The same people.
Harry inquiring about him.
Molly inviting him for tea.
Greg asking if he wanted to come down to the Yard.
It was all there.
But he wasn't.
John looked around the empty flat again. All of Sherlo-
He couldn't bring himself to think of his name.
He looked at his microscope , his chemicals scattered around the flat. The pungent smell still lingered around the flat but John didn't want to find the source of the smell. He still wanted to remember him.
His attention drifted back to his emails.
He signed out and stared at the screen again. Slowly , he typed in Sherlock's email and his password. Mycroft had been kind enough to give John that.
Fearing the worst , he hit the enter button.
Nothing.
Nothing much.
Former emails from random people on cases , Molly , Greg but then something caught his eyes.
A few emails were from.. apparently.. his account.
He cocked an eyebrow as he clicked on one.
Dearest Sherlock ,
Someday. I hope someday I can tell you how extraordinary you are. How much I love you and how I will never leave you.
I know how your father treated you , Sherlock. I promise I will never do anything to hurt you.
You're amazing.
Love ,
John
John's eyes filled with tears as he clicked on another email.
Dearest Sherlock ,
Today you solved another case. You got shot , but nevertheless , you were brilliant. I'm sorry I got annoyed at you but you did put yourself in danger and I care about you.
I wish I could take your hand and take you away from the rush of London. I want to show you everything.
I wish we could escape from here , Sherlock.
Just you and me
Forever.
Love ,
John
John exited the email and put his hands to his head and cried.
He cried for long hours , not remembering how to stop. The tears rolled freely now. The dark cascading around him provided little comfort.
At last , he sat up.
The screen was..dull.
"Sherlock Holmes" , John whispered his name like the Holy Grail. He finally had courage to say it.
He was about to close the laptop when he did something on a whim.
He refreshed the page.
And there it was , a new email from… John Watson?
Heart thundering , palms sweating and mouth going dry , he clicked on it.
John ,
You really should stop reading my emails.
Also , turn around
SH
"Hello , John. I hope you didn't mess up my sock index again"
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