Hey guys! This is my first multi chaptered story. Its cowriten with Holly, go and check her tumblr: imdeducingthattheystolemytar dis. She plays John and I play Sherlock. Hope you like it!

Sherlock...Sherlock . Please. After 3 years of silence, of suffering, of living in guilt, I have...enough courage, enough of trying, to finally...well... to finally give in. I'm sorry. I know you won't receive this text, but it gives me slight comfort to know that someone will receive this message, that someone will know. Sherlock Holmes, I loved you. Goodbye- JW

Sherlock looked down at the screen of his phone, holding his breath. He had been waiting for that message, but he had not been expecting that. John had sent him a text every day at the same time, 4 pm. Usually, he just told Sherlock what his new live without him was like. But that last text...
Of course, he had always known John felt something for him. /About time, John/, he thought.

John sighed and put the phone in his pocket. Of course, he wasn't expecting a reply. No, that was a lie, he was. He always was, but he knew he wouldn't get one. Besides the date what was different today than anything else? He drained the rest of the vodka and pills. He had enough, like he said in the text. He didn't want to try anymore. The memory washed over him. He cried softly as the wind blew. He shivered, not prepared for the weather. It was dark, well past midnight and it was pitch black. The moon wasn't out. John gripped the phone in his pocket, hoping that tonight was different.

Why that text? Sherlock couldn't get the words out of his head. /I have enough... give in... I'm sorry... someone will now.../. They kept replaying in Sherlock's mind. Something was off. John always said /see you/ or sort of. He had never said... /Goodbye/. Realizing his mistake, Sherlock's eyes went round. Stupid, stupid. He reached for his phone, replying to John for the first time in three long years.
-I always knew, John- SH

John stopped from walking, the numbing water around his ankles when he felt the vibration in his pocket. He slowly pulled the phone out. No one texted him this late unless it was Mycroft making sure he was still alive. He laughed darkly at the irony. The phone read Sherlock. His heart was beating fast. He slowly replied, not sure if this was a cruel joke or not.
Sherlock...? JW

Sherlock couldn't help laughing. Who else would it be? He started typing as he walked out the door. John had replied quite fast, he certainly had the phone on his pocket. He never carried it around the flat, so he must have gone out for a walk. But at this hour? John always went to two different bars, one he visited with Lestrade and the other when he was annoyed at Sherlock. He certainly wasn't with Lestrade now...
-Obviously-SH

John looked down at the phone when it vibrated again. Sherlock. He was alive. How? His head was spinning. His chest felt tight. No, the pills, the vodka was taking effect. John took a few more short stumbling steps in. He was numb now. He was either going to go into shock or hypothermia within the next few minutes. He didn't care. Someone was just playing a cruel joke.
Prove it. This is nothing, but a cruel joke. - JW

Sherlock rolled his eyes, even if he knew John couldn't see him. -Yes, I am alive. No, it's not the shots of vodka you just had, John. And this is certainly NOT a bad joke, that would be so... ordinary. - SH.

John took a few stumbling steps back. His legs were frozen and numb, they weren't working. He collapsed on the banks, staring at the phone. He gripped his head tightly, a few choked sounds coming from him. He turned to his side and vomited up what wasn't in his system.
Sherlock - JW

Sherlock sped up. John had to be between the flat and that bar. Turning the corner, he saw a figure sitting in a bench. Breathing fast, he recognized John's silhouette. -I'll tell you how I did it. Look up-SH

John looked up, seeing a man walking towards him. He had walked until he found a place to sit, a bench between the flat and the bars. "Sherlock," he whispered softly, "Sherlock Holmes."