Dear Sherlock,
I know this may sound wonky, but I had this awful dream last night. You had jumped from St. Bart's hospital, and died right in front of me. Isn't that ridiculous! To think that you would willingly let yourself fall from such a height... How terrible of an idea! Mrs. Hudson told me about your emergency trip to America for an interesting case. It had better be a damned good one since you left me behind. I expect a detailed explaination of the case when you come back! She says that your trip will take a while, and it's rather lonely here without you. She doesn't stay in the flat long, and acts strange when she's visiting. I wonder what's wrong with her?
Your angry friend,
-John W.
Dear Sherlock,
Mrs. H told me you had contacted her to tell me you were busy. Did something go wrong? She was crying. I don't understand. Why couldn't you tell me yourself?
I expect you to return soon. And I told Lestrade not to give you any interesting cases when you get back. As punishment. He seemed confused, but when I explained what happened he said he wouldn't be giving you any good cases anymore. Take that!
Your aggrivated friend,
-John W.
Dear Sherlock,
Something happened, right? It's been about two months now, and I haven't heard a single thing from you! Mrs. Hudson has stopped coming by, and I don't understand why everyone on the team is ignoring me. Even Anderson and his annoying remarks have ceased.
What in the bloody hell is going on?
Your pissed off friend,
-John W.
Dear Sherlock,
I wish you would reply to these messages, or call me, or damned something! It'd be fantastic to hear from you and know that you're okay! My heart is aching, and I feel as though something is terribly wrong! Please! Just contact me!
Your CONCERNED friend,
-John W.
Dear Sherlock,
I understand what you did. but not why. So why?
Why?
Why would you do this to me? It doesn't matter anymore. And I know you won't reply. I hate I never got to tell you. But I loved you, Sherlock. So much. All those girls.
Only for your attention.
So why did you leave me?
Your lonely friend
-John W.
P.S.- See you soon.
I never knew what the night sky looked like here. But standing on top of St. Bart's Hospital, I can see why so many people are fascinated with it.
This is my note. A proper one. Something you didn't give me the luxury of having. But I think that if I leave this here, I can be okay with it. So long as I'm near you.
"Hello, Sherlock."
