It's Valentine's Day, John thought to himself while waking up. He rubbed his eyes and shoved the sheets off him, positioning himself so he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
Maybe I should give Sherlock a present, John considered. Yes, that would be good. Today would be the day John would tell Sherlock about his love for him. Ah, John loved Sherlock greatly. They were the best of companions and they were meant for each other; each others missing puzzle piece. Their relationship was precious.
He pushed himself off the bed and went to the kitchen. After eating a simple breakfast of tea and bread with jam, he put on his coat and headed out, not before murmuring an, "I'll be back."
John walked down the streets. People were walking pass him, chatting along like everything was perfect. Some people stared at him. Others were completely quiet.
As he walked, he passed a store selling scarves. He went inside and browsed, picking a soft pink one with hearts. Sherlock would like this. Sherlock would tell him it was ridiculous. John knew.
When he put the scarf on the counter, the clerk looked at him and smiled. "Would you like that wrapped?" she asked.
"Yes, please," John answered.
"Would you like to address to anyone?"
"Why not.. Address it to 'Sherly'," John chuckled.
"Alrighty, then!"
John paid the the woman and grabbed the package. It was in a white and pink, shiny wrapping paper, with the words "To: Sherly" in a heart written on it. There was a red bow to top it off. He walked out and continued down the street, stopping at a flower shop where he bought a bouquet of roses.
He continued walking until he reached the cemetery. He sighed and thought, I can do this. John walked more, until he got to Sherlock's grave.
"Hey," John said, putting the bouquet next to the headstone. "Happy Valentine's Day."
"Look, Sherlock, I got you a present." John unwrapped the package and showed the scarf.
"Isn't this great? I had it addressed to Sherly, my Sherly Perl," John laughed. He placed the scarf on top of the headstone.
John stood and looked.
Looked at the headstone.
Looked at it a for a very, very long time.
He fell to his knees, resting his head against the cool, dark, headstone.
"I love you, Sherlock."
"I love you more than anything."
A/N: Ahhh thank you for reading!
Um, reviews would be great. This is just a little drabble, nothing much.
And the 'Sherly Perl' is a joke from the blog 'johnlocktexting' on tumblr! They're great!
Just felt like writing something for Valentine's Day! Even if I'm not that good uwu
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock!