Chapter 1
Grey. If people could feel colours all John would feel is grey. Grey is a safe colour. A colour that won't change. A colour that would make him feel nothing, empty on the inside. A colour that wouldn't leave him when he started to realize that grey could mean more to him then grey ever imagined. In short, grey was the opposite of Sherlock.
June 23rd, about 8 months after Sherlock's... John couldn't bear to finish the thought. He meekly laughed to himself, Sherlock still manages to invade John's life, even after death. He was leaving from a date that ended poorly when John accidentally called the girl (What was her actual name, Lena? Lana?) Lindsey, who was the girl from last week's date at the same cafe. Lindsey was his longest girlfriend post-Sherlock, with a record of a nine and a half days. John seemed uninterested in dating, and other activities. (His ex-therapist diagnosed him with depression, surprise there. He soon fired her not long after, for the fact that it was the same therapist he saw before Sherlock, the one that inspired his blog, and even her brought back painful, mind crippling memories of Sherlock.)
A flash of a tall man wearing a navy scarf, similar to the seemingly missing one at John's flat, quickly turning a corner was all John needed to take off in a sprint, chasing after the man. He elbowed his way the busy streets of noon-rush London, in desperate pursuit of the almost (Maybe? Hopefully?) Sherlock looking man. He turned the same corner that the Sherlock doppelganger went down, only to find himself at a dead-end alley, receiving various worried looks and hesitant murmurs.