Inspired by Now You're Gone by Basshunter.
John sat in his chair, a cup of tea and his cellular phone on the small table beside him. He stared at the skull on the mantle sadly. He blinked at a picture of him and Sherlock.
"You're gone now..." He whispered, tears coming to his eyes. "And I'm finally realising how much I loved you."
He wiped his eyes. "Tell me this is just a cruel dream, that you aren't really gone. Please Sherlock, it hurts. There's an empty place in my heart that only you can fill. I'm going to go crazy without you here."
"It seems you already have, my dear Watson." Arms snaked around his neck and John turned his head. He was greeted with Sherlock's cocky smirk.
"Dammit Sherlock!" John growled, tears streaming down his face a mixture of joy and pain. "You're a real pain in the ass."
"But I'm your pain in the ass, Watson."
John smiled softly. "Don't ever pull something like that again or I'll kill you."
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Sherlock kissed John's chin.
Misses Hudson smiled to herself, retreating back to her own room. "I told you that you two were in love."
Lolz. I'm not sorry and I regret nothing. Peace out! ~Cat.
