Sherlock's P.O.V.
The air was freezing. The cemetery where I was to be buried was almost empty. Mycroft was by my side.
"This is what's best, Sherlock I told you not to get attached."
"Shut up, Mycroft. You sound so unintelligent."
"Don't get irrate. You did this to him, Sherlock, not me." I shouldered Mycroft and walked towards my grace. I stood behind a tree just a few feet away. I watch them lower an empty coffin into the ground. Everyone standing around it was crying… sniffling. They all cared about me? That's a shock. Where is John? That's what mattered… Where is John? My eyes searched the crowd, looking for the blonde tuft of hair. In a moment I find him, his eyes brimmed with tears. I missed his smile… He always used to smile. "Every fairytale needs a good old-fashioned villain. You need me or you're nothing. Because we're just alike, you and I, except you're boring. You're on the side of the angels." Moriarty's words dance through my head like a million tiny ballet dancers. I can assure you… I am no angel. I hope that John can forgive me someday… this was all for him.. I hope that one day he can understand this is all for him…
"John… I'm so sorry…" I whisper. He lifts up his head and peers into the trees off to the right of me.
"This is what's best, Sherlock. A new place, a new identity. John will be alright." Tears escaped down my face.
"He's hurting because of me, Mycroft! I can't just walk away from him… He needs me…"
"Yes! Yes, he does! But, you're dead!" he grabbed my arm. "You're dead, Sherlock Holmes." I yanked my arm away.
"Just give me some time… Then I'll go.. forever."
"There will always come a time when the world needs Sherlock Holmes… Don't forget that. Don't do this to yourself, Little brother. You need to grieve as well… remember that." He walked off behind me in the direction of his parked car.
The funeral was ending, everyone slowly walking away. John was the only one left… His heart out on his sleeve, the tears flowing down his face, leaving a trail of red in their wake.
"You.. you told me once that you weren't a hero. Umm, there were times I didn't even thib you were human." He sniffled and his voice cracked slightly. "But let me tell you this, you were the best man, the most human… human being that I've ever known, and no one will ever convince me that you told me a lie," He ran his hands over his face. "So there. I was so alone, and I owe you so much. But, please, there's just one more thing, one more miracle, Sherlock. For me… Don't… be… dead. Would you do that just for me? Just stop it… Stop this."
My eyes were fighting back the hurt… the tears. I put my hand over my mouth, tears running over my fingers. "Sherlock, please…" I turned my back to him… waiting for him to leave.
"C'mon, John… lets go." grabbed his arm and shuffled him off.
"Goodbye, John." i walked away. Away from all this pain… this love. Hoping for an ending to all this madness… I flip the collar of my trench coat upwards, straighten the scarf around my neck, and walk to Mycroft's car. "Keep him safe when I'm gone, Big brother… won't you? Please…?" He just shook his head and urged me in.
"It's time to go." I scooted in and closed the door. Is this the last time I will see the beauty of London…? I bowed my head into my chest… Stay safe John Please.
