This is my first Sherlock story! :D JohnLock of course. It'll be really angesty, but don't worry. it is IMPOSSIBLE for me to end a story with a sad ending so, yea. lol This is based off an omegle pic I saw. It's posted on my tumblr. The only Omegle pic on there lol. ( ) Just fyi:: Messages like this : hello : are from Sherlock (if you're too stupid to deduce that) and messages like this : hello : are from John. Enjoy.

Shaking fingers slowly pulled out the cool mobile from Sherlock's crisp coat. He slowly typed out the message to which he knew John would immediately reply to as he stepped towards the ledge.

"John, I need help. –SH," it said.

Almost immediately he received a reply.

With what exactly? –JW

He could almost imagine John's face, scrunched up in confusion, with just a spark of concern. Nearly spilling the contents of the bottle he was holding, Sherlock slid his phone back up to reply, hands a little steadier as he made final decisions.

John, I can't do this anymore. –SH

"Do what? –JW," John replied, only seconds after Sherlock.

"Life. –SH," he texted back. Feeling tears slowly prick at his eyes, Sherlock gazed up at the sky, replying once again as an afterthought.

The sky looks so nice at night, I'll miss this. –SH.

John would now start feeling the beginnings of panic, he imagined. Reading the older man's reply, Sherlock took a swig of the rum, cringing at the taste.

Sherlock, whatever you're planning to do, stop it. –JW

No one stopped me on the way up here. Why should I stop now? –SH

Sherlock climbed onto the ledge and flopped down, swinging his legs off the building. Glancing down at the pavement, Sherlock took another gulp of the rum and sighed as his phone went off again, the screen getting harder to read as his vision began to swim.

Please. We can talk this through, you can tell me what's wrong and I can help you. –JW

Tears finally began to fall as he reread the message over and over again. Sherlock took yet another drink, feeling his self sway slightly and replied to the text.

Everything is wrong John. I'm not supposed to love people; I'm supposed to be alone. I'm not supposed to have feelings, especially for my roommate.-SH

You're supposed to do all those things Sherlock. You're human, you are built to feel and to fall in love. That should be a wonderful thing. –JW

Sherlock laughed at that. Leave it to John to be optimistic at a time like this. He wiped his eyes before glancing down back to his phone.

John, I'm a freak, you deserve better than me. –SH

There is no one better than you. –JW

"Damn it, John!" Sherlock felt his self cry harder at the comment, the screen barely visible. Somehow, he fought through the tears and typed out a reply, taking another swig of the rum, now finding his self more tolerant to its taste.

I don't think so John. Everyone is better than me. –SH

You're wrong. –JW

Glaring at the bottle, Sherlock cringed at John's ignorance, somehow finding a way to blame it all on his self. He watched the people milling about below him, some casting him caution glances before carrying on their marry way.

This bottle of rum tells me otherwise. –SH

You're amazing and brilliantly smart. You catch killers and save people's lives, you saved my life. –JW

Before he had a chance to fumble out a reply, his phone binged once again, signaling a message. John must really have been panicking now.

If you've been drinking you're not in your right mind, Sherlock. Wait until it wears off, please. –JW

Sherlock slowly stumbled to his feet, nearly falling over then and there. Looking down at the ground, twenty floors below him, he felt his mind fill with calm serenity from the anticipation for the fall. "So it's this way again … Except there's no coming back this time…"

I can't wait John, the ground, it's not that far. It looks so comfortable. –SH

Please. –JW

Taking one last swig, Sherlock tossed the rum to the ground below him, watching as it nearly missed a black haired woman who was passing with a man with greying hair. They both looked up at Sherlock and gasped, drawing the attention of other pedestrians.

I need you. –JW

He chuckled.

Smiling wildly, Sherlock replied, "I have to go John. –SH"

He took a step closer to the edge, toes just slipping off.

It's time for me to go. –SH

No it's bloody well not! It's not time until I say it is. –JW

'Always the soldier,' Sherlock thought laughing a little crazier than before. Feeling the alcohol once again, Sherlock swayed slightly before wiping the tears from his face once again so he could refocus on the smooth pavement below him, slowly filling with people, al expecting him to act.

It is John. I'm sorry. I love you, even though I shouldn't, I do. –SH

"I love you, John Watson," he whispered to thin air, knowing it'll be his last chance to say it.

Goodbye John. –SH

Taking a deep breath, Sherlock closed his eyes and imagined John's smiling face in his head before bending his knees for the jump.

I hope I affected all of your feels! Don't worry, I'm really bored and hyper off fandom so I'm working on chapter two as we speak lol. Hope you guys liked it! Don't forget to follow me on tumblr! ( ) and plz plz plz reveiw!