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Chapter one: Empty
And there he was, once more, standing in the top of that tall building, the detective that he could never doubt. John knew what was coming next, but he wish he didn't and every single time he tried to stop it…but he never succeeded at that task. And then, all he felt was emptiness.
John Watson woke up in sweat at 5am, but that was the usual for him. The Doctor didn't know what to do that early in the morning, but he was English, so he went to the kitchen and made tea.
His days were calm and always the same. He went to work and stayed working as long as possible so he could be distracted, at least. Molly came to visit every once in a while, just to check on him. They developed a great friendship, but it would never fill John's hole.
And that morning she came at Baker Street and knock at 221B door. John Watson was already expecting her and made an extra cup of tea for her. They sat in silence for a long, long time while drinking their teas. Molly was the one breaking the silence "So, how's Mrs. Hudson new friend? I heard them laughing upstairs." John realized that he didn't notice any of that, and he felt like he really didn't care, but still he answered in a funny way "You know Mrs. Hudson, Molly. She still rocks." They talked for a little longer and then Molly stood up to take her leave. But John stopped her "Molly? Can I ask you something?" She found it odd and got a little nervous, but she replied calmly "Yeah, sure. Whatever you want." John didn't know how to put it, he couldn't find the right words, he didn't like to talk about Sherlock Holmes, it made him feel bad, but he did anyway "If Sherlock…..if Sherlock was alive, what would you tell him?" Molly's heart raced a bit, she felt terrible whenever John brought those conversations up, she couldn't stand the fact that she had to lie to him, so she said, in a way trying not to hurt his feelings "John Watson, you need to let go. It has been almost 3 years since, since Sherlock's death. You need to move on, you can't be like this forever." John knew she was trying to help but he replied aggressively "How Molly, how can I ever let go? How can I move on? His dead and there's nothing I can do! Absolutely nothing." She was trying to imply something to John, that she herself would never be able to do, but she knew the truth, she knew Sherlock Holmes was alive. "I'm just trying to help you."
"Just leave" he said "Just leave" and, once more, he felt empty.