John leaned back against the leather seat in the taxi, and closed his eyes he took a deep breath before opening them again.

The taxi pulled over to the side of the road, John paid then hopped out.

He looked up to the hospital up to the ledge.

Two years ago a man with curly black hair stood there. Two years ago a man with curly black hair fell from there.

John winced remembering and held in his tears. He walked inside.

John went to the lift clicking the highest floor. He leaned against the wall.
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He walked out of the lift once it reached the top and over to the staircase you have to climb to get to the roof.

He emerged swinging the door opened, and strode over to the ledge. Exactly where Sherlock had been.

He stepped up, and took a deep breath.

"John." A deep voice said from behind him.

John heard the familiar voice. It sounded scared and worried, but that voice was gone, the man was dead. It was just his mind playing tricks on him again.

John stuck his arms out like Sherlock had.

"John stop step down from the ledge, please." The voice begged

"No. You're not real your dead." John said with closed eyes.

"I'm here, I'm real. LOOK AT ME!"

"No, the second I turn around. You will disappear. I love you Sherlock Holmes."

John leaned forward.

"JOHN!"

Sherlock sprinted to the ledge and reached to grab his blogger. Instead he grabbed empty air and watched as the man he loved connected with the pavement below him.

He fell backwards and on to his knees crying.

Then, still crying Sherlock stood up, and stepped on to the ledge. No one had swarmed over John yet.

Then Sherlock leaned forward and fell for the second and last time.

The wind pushed up on his face and body as the world flew up around him. He closed his eyes and thought of John.

"I love you too John Watson."

He slammed into the hard cement directly next to his best friend.

The end