A/N: Story bits at beginning and end of this chapter :)

"John," Mycroft said. "We've gone through Sherlock's last wishes." He put a tiny bit of paper in front of John. "He wanted you to have this." He turned to walk away. "Wait!" John called. He stood up and shook Mycroft's hand. " Thank you. Thank you." Mycroft smiled sadly, turned around and left. John sat back down by Sherlock's grave and read the words on the tiny paper.


John, you should know that I'm not good at this

But I thought I'd just leave a tiny small wish

On the day that I pass, just go on and don't grieve

There is nothing that I want less than to leave

I'm feeling, and I thought that you should know

I'll never truly leave you, 'cause I love you so


Tears ran down John's cheeks. He stared at the little bit of paper, the little bit of Sherlock's heart, and cried. His eyes flickered to the stone with the words 'Sherlock Holmes'. "I love you too, Sherlock," he wispered. "I love you so much. "