Where Are You?

by MissZatanna

"You're dead. I buried you. You're gone. So please just one more thing. Stop being dead." A series of letters from John to Sherlock after the jump. Post season 3.

2. Chapter 2

Dear Sherlock,

I think I really like Mary. She makes me forget, which makes me feel better. Your absence is not forgotten though. We all miss your violin sending music throughout the flat. Even if it is sometimes incredibly annoying and obnoxiously ongoing. At times I even long to hear your ridiculous reasonings for such irrelevant things. But 221 Baker Street feels foreign. It's anything but placid.

I feel tired, Sherlock, like butter spread thin over too much bread. We all do. Lestrade hasn't had a decent case in weeks. He misses you too. Anderson hasn't stopped, and strangely, it's getting more difficult to not believe it. Things don't make sense without you, just as much as they didn'twith you. Please come home.

John