Letters To a Ghost

by Love is a Mayer

On the day that Sherlock died, a little piece of John did too. He goes day to day, writing letters to the consulting detective, believing that his friend is actually alive and on vacation. Everyone around him knows that it's his way of coping, but it's not healthy and it's tearing the doctor apart. Just a bunch of one shots in the form of letters in John's POV to his dead friend

2. Molly's birthday

Dear, Sherlock

I went shopping with Molly today since it was her birthday, and no one else was willing to go. I didn't like half the stores she went to; everything was to pink for my taste.

She's thirty six today, you know, and I was surprised. I really thought that she was in her twenties because of how little she looked and everything; sometimes the way she acted around you made her appear younger too.

Now that I think about it why didn't you send her anything? It would've been the polite thing to do, you know? Just a little 'happy birthday' text would've been fine. She cried when I mentioned you not texting her congratulations. Do you see what you do to people? Sometimes, I wonder how anyone can put up with you, and I'm starting to wonder why I do it. You never call, you never write back, and it's bloody rude, not to mention hurtful. I haven't heard back from you in over two months.

John Watson