He was walking alone. With his hair all windswept along, the normally busy road, at midnight. Ironically, everything was dark and quiet right now. I mean, you would think that a street so busy in the morning wouldn't be so isolated at night. But right now the only source of light was the moon, and it unnerved him. John stopped and turned around, hearing some noise. He peered down the street but could see nothing. Thinking it was just some sort of animal, he started walking again.
"Well well, how marvelous that our paths should cross again, Dr. Watson."
Heart hammering in his chest, John stopped. "Sherlock?" John whispered. He would recognize that voice anywhere.
It has been two years, since Sherlock Holmes had jumped from the rooftop, leaving John in complete and utter loneliness. He had visited the grave daily, in hopes that some miracle might occur and he would come back again. But was always disappointed. Every night, John woke up covered with sweat, nightmares hounding him.
"Maybe. It's your dream."
"Dream? You mean to say that this isn't real?"
"I'm afraid not. But well, I've come to make you understand something. You, more specifically."
"Me? What do I need to know about myself? I hardly think that I need to know about myself!"
"Oh how wrong you are, dear John." And there was Sherlock in front of him, the moon illuminating his face. He stood exactly the same way he did, used to, when he was alive. And he looked handsome as ever, with his slightly crooked smile.
John could do nothing, but stare. Sherlock walked towards him, smiling. When he reached John, he bent down and kissed John on his lips. Although, his brain had frozen, John felt himself responding to the kiss. When Sherlock drew his lips away, John , with his eyes still closed, asked, "Why?"
"Because, you needed to know something about yourself."
"What is it?"
"You love me."
John sat up on his bed. Looking at the clock he saw that it was three in the morning. Getting out of his bed, he went to the balcony. It was still raining. Closing his eyes, he let his tears to mingle with the rain drops.
" I need you, Sherlock."