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John opened his eyes to find a tall blurred man looking down at him. All he could see were the peircing blue eyes that he had grown to know and love.
"Sher…" he whispered.
He felt something wet drop onto his cheek. A tear perhaps. But it wasn't his. He wanted to reach up and wipe away the tears that were falling from the eyes of the weaping man holding him.
"You've come for me?" he managed to ask through breaths that were getting shorter and quieter every second. Sherlock said nothing, simply holding John as close as he could, ignoring the fact that his best friends blood was spilling out onto his coat.
"No, I've come back to you," he whispered, afraid that the smallest movement would cause John slip out of this world into death. He was faiding more quickly now only half consious.
John laughed before shaking and falling into a dreadful silence. The darkness was creeping in from the corners of his mind, seeping in through his memories, making their way Sherlocks tearful face.
Sherlock drew back and glanced down, greif in his eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen. He stroked John's cheek softly and his hands lingered on his mouth, noting every line, trying to memorise every detail, John did the same.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, another tear escaped his eye and landed on John's bloodstained cheek. "I am so very very sorry."
John said nothing, merely looking up at Sherlock from under his half lidded eyes. It wouldn't be much longer now until the blackness in his brain clotted out Sherlocks face and he wanted to remember him so much it hurt he was clinging to the last hope of life.
Sherlock brushed John's short hair softly of of his eyes. "How would you describe me?" He had to know this one thing before John left him forever. "How would you describe me? Please, John?
"Late?" John replied weakly, a small smile formed on his face.
Sherlock let out a small humorless laugh followed by a pained whimper. "Could please forgive me?"
"Of course Sherlokc?" His words were strained, breathing was becoming more of an effort.
After a moment, Sherlock looked him straight in the eye, holding his gaze staring deep into him. "I-I l-love you."
The darkness had begun to drown out Sherlock's face. He had to tell him now if he ever hoped to needed to know how much he mean to John.
"Sherlock Holmes…" he whispered, his voice barely a whisper, "I…"
But John didn't get any more out before drawing his last shaking breath into death,taking the words he should have said years ago with him.
Johns heart stopped...