Dear Sherlock

by CrypticKilljoy

After Sherlock died, John Watson took to writing letters to his fallen friend. he would leave them at the grave when they were complete. This is a record of those letters.

1. Chapter 1

Dr. John Watson
221B Baker Street
London
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Dear Sherlock,

I miss you. But, you knew that already, didn't you? The cleverest man that I ever knew, who could read me without seeing my face. You know how much I miss you. How much we all miss you.

Mrs. Hudson takes a pack of cigarettes to the grave every day. You'd never been able to hide the fact you smoked a pack a day, even on the patches.

Molly misses you, too, Sherlock. She would never have told you while you were here, but, she loved you.

Sherlock, I understand that you'll never get to read this letter, but, it'll make me feel better.

I love you.

Not like a brother. You've always been there for me. More than any of my own family, so, I suppose I did think of you like a brother: a comrade in arms, if you'll forgive the army phrasing. You were the person who picked me up at my lowest point, it's that which I shall forever be thankful for.

But, beyond that. You were a companion in the days when I lost all hope in the human race, and, while you were the most annoying person I have ever had the misfortune of meeting, I look on the days we shared together in Baker Street and they are the happiest I can recall. Even if we fought most days, I can't seem to think of a time I enjoyed myself more.

Don't forget, Sherlock - we'll never forget you or what you have done. So many people have been saved and helped because of what you've done. I will always believe in you, Sherlock - because, I BELIVE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES.

Yours, faithfully and forever,

John Hamish Watson.