John dreaded waking up on his birthday. His birthday had taken place on week before Sherlock had killed himself.
John could remember his birthday clearly. Sherlock had only found out in the middle of the day, and made it a point to rush out and buy him something.
Oh, and he made you a cake. John remembered, thinking back before he unlocked the flat.
Sherlock ordered John to stay out of the kitchen. "I'm doing an important experiment, John, and it's very dangerous. Do not come into the kitchen unless I tell you it's okay." Sherlock said, rushing into the kitchen.
When Sherlock went out to collect information on a new case, John was given the 'okay' to go into the kitchen. After sitting around watching crap telly for a half-hour, John went to see what Sherlock had been fussing over for the past three or so hours.
When he went into the kitchen, he was shocked to see a blue and white cake, curly writing in frosting reading:
Happy Birthday, John.
-SH
John sighed sadly and opened the door to the flat.
Though he knew it would be, he was disappointed to see the flat was silent, dusty, and empty. John sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day and sat on the sofa where Sherlock usually sat. Used to sit.
John sat there, sad and alone on the third birthday that he had without his flatmate and best friend there.
After about and hour or so of brewing in his own sadness, John was startled by a bump in the kitchen. He got up to see what it was, and what he saw shocked him to no end.
On the counter sat a white and blue cake, and written in the curly, neat writing, read:
Happy Birthday, John.
Turn around.
-SH
John stood there in shock for a moment or so, before he slowly turned around.
"Hello, John."
John wanted to punch the tall, lanky man in front of him, but he couldn't bring himself to.
"S..Sherlock..Is that r-really you..?" John asked in disbelief.
"Yes, of course it's me, John." Sherlock opened his long skinny arms for John to wrap himself in; John did just that.
Sherlock wrapped his arms around John's shoulders, resting his head on top of John's. John wrapped his arms around Sherlock's torso, gripping desperately at the back of his coat, his head resting in the crook of Sherlock's neck.
"Sherlock...Sher..Lock.." John whimpered into Sherlock's neck, tears rolling off of his face. Sherlock ran a soothing hand through John's hair.
"Shh, Shh...I know, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...to hurt you like this. I just needed to make sure that you were safe...Forgive me?"
John shuttered. All Sherlock wanted was to be forgiven, and John was willing to do that. Not completely, but he would do it.
"Y..Yes, I forgive you, Sherlock...Just-just never do it again...God, I was so alone.."
Sherlock pulled away from John. "I'm sorry. I...I...I love you. I know that I'm not good with emotions, and that I will probably mess this all up at some point, but..I believe that I love you."
John's heart sped up, missing several beats. John leaned in, kissing Sherlock lightly on the lips.
When Sherlock hadn't kissed back, John was nervous, but he figured he'd give him a bit longer.
And that short amount of time was enough. Sherlock ran his hand through John's soft hair, kissing him back lightly.
When they pulled back, John smiled and tilted his head so their foreheads were resting against each other. "I believe that I love you too, Sherlock."
A/N: hey hey hey ill go more in the morning if you want okay bye
ps: this was inspired by hikaruhan's "After the fall" on deviantart