Author's Note: a Drabble I wrote under the prompt "This morning"
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock, nor do I own any characters, split lines, etc. from Sherlock.
Crisp air greeted John as he took a seat in the kitchen for breakfast. The lack of chemical fumes in the air poked a hole in his heart.
It's felt like forever since Sherlock died. His limp returned; life was as boring as ever.
John sipped his coffee, thinking of how life was so much better with his best friend. His love. The mysteries they solved and the adventures they shared made some real memories.
John sighed as he unfolded a copy of today's paper. This lifestyle has been his for quite some time, and it still doesn't feel right.