The sky was dark,The stars shone dully through the clouded sky. The snow slowly drifted to the ground, a man in long coat glided across the sidewalk ignoring the cars speeding by. It was cold in London but he was to deep in thought to even notice it.
His curly black hair was messy, his fingers playing with the blue scarf wrapped around his neck, he lowered his head for none of the people passing by to see his face. He eventually reached his destination, an apartment on baker street number 221B to be exact. He slowly walked up to the door, his fingers trembled as he knocked. A man answered, his face full of shock but there was also hope.
The man who answered had dark blond hair and a red jumper and tears were streaming down his face. Both men didn't move just stared into each other's eyes, after it seemed hours, but really seconds reality hit the man with dirty blond hair. "Sherlock Holmes" he whispered quietly his voice full of rising anger, "You left me here thinking you were dead do you know what that did to me, to everybody else" his eyes were full of anger now.
His eyes softened after noticing that his friends eyes were watering. He pulled his tall friend into a hug, Sherlock slowly relaxed and placed his chin on the top of his friends head. "I'm so sorry John" he whispered with a true emotion that hasn't been there for a long time. John pulled out of the embrace and looked at his friend's face and pulled his friend inside.
-John POV-
Sherlock was sitting in the living room. My Sherlock, the Sherlock that fell and died. The silence between us was uncomfortable. I sat in my chair and he sat in his and we just stared at each other.
Sherlocks voice echoed in my head "I'm sorry" that's what he said and he meant it. "John" His voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Sorry"
"It's fine, as I was saying"
He paused for a second and then smiled "really a mustache it doesn't really work for you" I started laughing, not the kind of haha funny joke laugh but my goodness someone please, save me I think I'm going insane laugh. After I calmed down, I tried to think of how to talk to Sherlock should I ask How did you survive? What the heck happened? But all I could muster was "Why"
When I said this Sherlocks smile turned to frown. His eyes turned from laughter to pain. He didn't want to talk about it but he did "He was going to kill you and everyone that mattered" he looked at me the sadness that was on face hurt me. But he kept talking "Moraity was insane, cruel but smart. He insured my death and was going to hurt everybody I loved if I didn't die so I faked my death"
Sherlock collapsed deep into his chair, his face was red and covered in fresh tears. I looked away and moved attention towards the yellow smiley face on the wall and smiled. I looked back at Sherlock, "We need tea" and then I remembered "Mrs. Hudson is defiantly gonna get a surprise soon". Sherlock realized what I was saying "I need some tea" he collapsed back into his chair. I got up and and started the tea.
