"I don't understand any of it." John stared at the gravestone tiredly.
"You both died. I thought we were moving past this stupid game of cat and mouse. I thought you both cared enough about me to stop. Sherlock... Why did you and Jim kill yourselves?"
John swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat. He missed both of his lovers. They had been in a poly relationship... They had completed each other. Now, John felt like a third of the man he had been.
"I just need a miracle... One last miracle. Please. Come back."