Sherlock's Regret Message
"Really John, you're too old for this already..." Sherlock nagged. "Throwing a bottle that contained a piece of paper won't make your wish come true."John just smiled...
4 month later
On the sea shore, outside the town
A man stands alone
By the sea, there existed
An old tradition from long time ago
Sherlock found himself standing over the sea, the same sea where the last time he sees John. That was the day he resented the most, the day which fate decides to took his only friend, away from him. That night, John was out for shopping, Nothing was wrong. When he didn't come back at midnight, Sherlock was starting to get a little worried
The next day was an utterly wreck, Lestrade came by. At first, Sherlock was delighted to see him, thinking he might have a new case for him. Seeing Lestrade's darkened face did not bother him, as he always came by with that face caused by a super simple case. Lestrade took him to the 's morgue. The body was lying on the metal bed like other bodies. But when Lestrade opened the clothes, Sherlock can't help himself but to gasp and widen his eyes in shock and terror over the owner of the body and he started to sway, "John..."
Lestrade have already anticipated this kind of reaction, he quickly ordered his men to take Sherlock out from the room, and took him to 221B Baker Street. Sherlock mind was still numb with horror and rejection as Lestrade start to explain. "Chain murder... Perfect criteria..."
"Write your wish on a piece of paper..."
"And put it into a little bottle..."
"Let it flow within the sea..."
"Someday it will become true..."
He stares at the little bottle in his hand. The little bottle that he took from 3 month ago everytime he came here.
Flow along, little glass bottle
With a message containing my wish
To the other side of the horizon
And dissapear quietly
Standing on the sea shore, regret was consuming him. Regret for not coming with with him that night... regret for being selfish... regret for not appreciating the moments he shares with John... regret for not being able to save him....
You always do everything for me
My wants and demands, but yet...
I'm still being selfish
And troubles you more
You, the one who grant my wishes
Have gone and will never be here anymore
That's why the ocean
Will deliver this message to you
After 3 months hesitation and doubt, Sherlock then take off his shoes, walk to the shore until he could feel water splashed on his feet. He stood there for a while, then he raise his hand, and threw the bottle to the sea.
Drift along, my small wish
Etched with tears and regrets
Why did it's always too late
When you've realised your sin
Sherlock watched the bottle drift away slowly. And then, he couldn't stand it anymore. He collapsed on the water, crying. "i'm sorry... i'm so sorry..." those word flew out of his mouth over and over again.
Flow along, little glass bottle
With a message containing my wish
To the other side of the horizon
And dissapear quietly
He start to hyperventilating, his vision was blurring. The waves was rolling over him, trying to pull him away. God Please...
Drift along, my small wish
Etched with tears and regrets
"If we could be reborn again..."
His vision started to blackened out. The waves was stronger now. Please...
His body falling limp on the water. The waves was pulling him into the depth of the sea. If we were to be reborn...
Let us be friend like this again...