He fell.

I watched in horror as I watched the man who had captured my heart fall, plummeting with his coat flailing in the wind. The phone in my hand fell to the ground and I was sure it shattered. John rushed forward and I didn't even acknowledge the bike knock him to the ground.

I fell, and felt something hit my hand.

Tears.

A flood of tear fell from my face as I felt something dark close around me. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think.

I looked down at the screen and the words bore into my brain. Sending shockwaves into my heart.

I love you –SH

"You believe him don't you, Darcy?" John asked me as we stood infront of the black tombstone that beared the name that haunted me still 18 months later.

"He wouldn't ever lie to us." I said in my monotone voice that I had grown accustomed to.

John nodded and muttered some things to himself and walked away, leaving me standing there just staring.

A jingle shook me from my pitiful state and I looked at the phone that I hated. The corner chipped where I had dropped it, and the last text Sherlock ever sent me was still saved.

"Don't tell John –SH" I gasped and once again the phone fell to the ground and I spun around looking. The flurry of a coat and the retreating figure in the distance was burning my vision.

He was alive….