Don't Be Dead
So I had to write dialouge in my writer's craft class and so I wrote this. Enjoy!
"This isn't possible."
I stared at the man before me, the man I thought to be dead, the man I watched jump from a building. I even took his pulse when I reached his body and there wasn't one. This cannot be happening.
"This is a dream, it has to be. There is no other explanation."
He looks the same. Well almost the same. He hasn't been eating or sleeping properly, but he rarely did in the first place. He is thinner, his long coat that fit him so well before, now gives him a shapeless quality. He seems paler and it looks like exhaustion is getting to him, but his memorizing blue eyes are as sharp as always, taking in his surroundings at an above average rate.
When he talked it was like he never left in the first place.
"Your limp is back again John."
I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow at my old friend, my best friend, as I glared at him
"Of course, the first thing you mention is my limp. Not the fact that I thought you were dead for a year or that I am seeing my therapist again or that you left Mrs. Hudson is such a state that was so hard to bear. How dare you mention my limp first!"
For a moment we just stared at each other, well he stared and I glared, but we were both silent. After a moment I stepped aside to open the door so we both could go in. He walked in and I followed behind him until he stopped at the foot of the stairs.
"I missed you John."
"I missed you too, Sherlock."
So this is my first Sherlock Story. I would love feedback, so go ahead and leave a review!