My heart was talking to my head
said "I've loved one. I'll never love again."
And my head at this replied,
"I'll miss him, too. He was easy on the eyes."
'Gosh... I miss him,' Sherlock thought as he skulked around his flat. "Stupid John, with his stupid blog and his stupid eyes..." His own eyes were filling with tears. "Stupid brain with your stupid emotions,"
The counter on John's blog had been slowly rising, due to his new posts about his "domestic relationship with my new beloved wife, Mary."
"Sherlock? What's gotten into you? You've used 4 whole boxes of tissues," Mrs. Hudson paused. picking up some mugs and some crumpled tissues. "and you haven't worked a case since J-" Sherlock let out a tiny sob. "Oh, there, there. You'll be alright." She rubbed Sherlock's back, trying to calm him.
He let out a choked breath, burying his head in a pillow. "I miss him, Mrs. Hudson... I miss everything about him," Tears soaked the pillow.
"I know, dear. He'll visit, Sherlock. No one can stay away from you for too long." She kept rubbing his back.
"But he'll bring heralong." He turned to Mrs. Hudson, puffy-eyed, runny-nosed. "They're 'married'..." He shoved his face back into the pillow, sobbing freely.
Neither of them talked for a while. The only thing neighbors heard from 221B Baker Street that night were Sherlock's loud sobs and screams.
