It had all started when I had to leave and go on a case without John; Mycroft had informed me that it was a completely confidential case and that no-one – not even my boyfriend – was allowed any access to the case.
I came back late and John started to shout at me. Apparently he hadn't found the note I left him and had started panicking, phoning everyone on his phone to see if they knew everything.
"Where have you been?" he shouted. "I have been worried sick and you left me without a single word of warning."
"John, I can – "
"No. No excuses. I'm leaving, and I'm not coming back until you decide you can actually tell me stuff!"
With that, he slammed the door, shutting me and Baker Street out of his life. I stood there with no track of time, my head and heart empty and aching. At some point Mrs Hudson came in and put me to bed fully dressed, without asking anything.
The next day, I woke and didn't know what to do with myself. I eventually crawled out of bed and. All day, I was in a stupor.
Around three, Mycroft showed up to talk about the case. I was too tired to even order him out, so he sat in an armchair – John's armchair.
"So… have we solved it yet Sherlock?"
"Huh? We?" I said, my mind elsewhere.
"You and John, have you solved the case?" Mycroft poured himself a cup of tea from the tray Mrs Hudson had left on my coffee table.
I tensed up at the mention of John, and the tears threatened to appear. I hadn't cried all day and I was worried that they would spill soon - there was only so long my emotionless soul would hold. However, I remembered that Mycroft was there and for no reason was I going to cry in front of my older brother.
"Sherlock, what's wrong?"
For Christ's sake, I thought, Mycroft seen that hasn't he? Why does he have to notice every single detail of my life? Well I'm not telling him why I'm upset; he'll have to solve that mystery himself.
"It's," I started, "It's… John." Great, I thought, so much for keeping it a secret. And just like that, I spilled everything out to my unsupportive git of a brother. When I finished, I expected some sort of a remark about how stupid I was to get into a relationship, or how I knew that most relationships fizzled out in the end.
To my astonishment, Mycroft came over and patted me on the back trying to console me. The backs of my eyes burned and the tears brimmed over. Mycroft left.
