AN: ...hi. Lol um...well, the first two sentences are from a song by I Am Ghost. Lady Madeline In Her Coffin is the name of the song. I heard that and it sounded like something Sherlock would say. So this is my first Sherlock story. Will probably write more. (I'm such a fandom whore. xD ) I own neither the characters or the lyrics. Just the idea.
There was a time when stillness meant nothing to me. Once, silence meant lack of sound.
Now, it's a reminder of what I've lost.
A reminder of how I failed.
Rationally, I know it isn't my fault. I know there are variable I cannot account for. I know there are results I cannot predict.
But I can't help thinking…if I hadn't asked him to go…he would still be here.
No doubt, at this moment, he'd be sitting in that chair, typing away at his computer for that silly blog. Later, he'd give me that look and complain about the state of the kitchen, my experiments that covered every available surface.
But he won't. Not ever. He's dead. Shot. Because I had asked him to get me a pack of gum for some trivial experiment and a man had decided it was a good day to rob the shop.
I never got to tell him.
This stillness and silence is all I have, now that my John is gone.