RE: WE NEED MILK
You absolute twat - JW
That wasn't funny! – JW
Sherlock… - JW
You should probably wake up now, people are starting to get worried – JW
24 hours after…
The police keep telling me that they're not treating your death as suspicious – JW
Everyone thinks that you made Moriarty kill himself, only they keep calling him Richard Brook – JW
They think you committed suicide! I told them to stop being idiots, and they gave me this strange pitying look – JW
Three days after…
They want to bury you, Sherlock – JW
Please wake up – JW
Fine, ignore me, but I'll be locking the door tonight. I swear I will – JW
It's not like you're coming home anyway – JW
Okay, I won't lock the door, but please come back – JW
Six days after…
I thought I saw you today – JW
Then I saw you again. You looked so peaceful – JW
Anderson was there. I really did try not to punch him – JW
Mycroft was there. He keeps texting me. I thought you said he didn't like to do that – JW
I don't think he wants to be near me – JW
He reminds me of you too - JW
Four weeks after…
I gave away your science stuff today – JW
It was cluttering the place, as usual – JW
I feel very lonely, Sherlock – JW
Two months after…
Would you mind terribly if I left the flat? – JW
I know you love it – JW
But it's a bit big without you – JW
Mrs Hudson threw out your skull, by the way – JW
But I saved it :) – JW
Six months after…
I got a blank postcard from Rome today. Was that you? - JW
I'm bored – JW
One year after…
I'm putting this phone in a drawer, Sherlock. I'll check to see if you've called, but I don't want to carry it around anymore – JW
Fifteen months after…
I met a very nice lady today – JW
Her name is Mary. She's clever. I think you'd like her – JW
Two years after…
I think I might stop texting you if you won't reply – JW
Goodbye, my friend – JW
John set the mobile phone down on the lavender throw Mary kept insisting was absolutely gorgeous, tears stinging his eyes. He could hear her in the bathroom, applying her make-up, though he'd told her many times that she didn't need it. "Not everyone is as blind as you", she'd replied.
He'd felt inclined to agree.
Some part of him still hoped that the phone might buzz, and he'd see some witty one-liner followed by that languid – SH, but as ever, nothing happened. The phone remained silent, and eventually John put it away, back into the drawer where it had sat for so many months.
Mary walked into the room and threw herself down onto the bed, "Do we really have to go?" she groaned.
John raised an eyebrow, trying to smile, "It was your idea".
She sighed, "I know". Mary looked at him, and saw the familiar sadness in her eyes. She'd heard about Sherlock Holmes. Everyone had, though before everything had… happened, he'd merely been famous. Now he was infamous. A big scandal still clung to the heels of Scotland Yard, and there were no more consulting detectives permitted onto crime scenes, not while the investigation was still yawning wide open.
Mary took his hand. She didn't say anything, but he smiled in thanks anyway. There are certain things that have no need for words. John smiled, "So, dinner then?"
He pulled her to her feet and they swept out of the door, trampling down the hall. The door slammed shut behind them.
In the drawer, the phone suddenly lit up, emitting a shudder that shook the loose papers inside.
A text flashed up on the screen.
I'll see you at dinner - SH