Word Prompt: Desperation
Mycroft had wept at his graveside. He had fought to keep back the hysteria as he gave his speech. He had let the tears cascade down his cheeks, not caring who saw or what they thought of him. Later that day, he had returned, carrying a bunch of white roses. Sherlock read again the little message tag that had been attached and felt his heart clench. Two sets of tears had smudged the black ink, but he knew their message by heart. I will always look out for you. Sherlock pressed the card to his lips and tried to understand.