30/01/15
London, England.

When I first met Mycroft Holmes the first thing he had told me was that I was wasting my time. There was only one woman for Sherlock and it wasn't me. I was too much like him, apparently.

The second thing he said to me was there wasn't enough space in this world for two consulting detectives. On that note I strongly disagreed. In a world of many billions of people, with many countries and islands, there was just enough room for two. That's when he offered to pay for my plane ticket to Antartica. I hastily turned it down. There was no way I would be leaving the country I had grown to love in such a short time. There were many things about the country I had learnt to love. Such as Scotland Yard, and the Detective Inspector. I had also come to love 221B and its inhabitants. It gave me such pleasure to be able to look Mycroft in the eyes and tell him he was wrong. Miss Irene Adler had been just a stage, you see. Well that's what I liked to hope. Since the relationship between Sherlock and I had truly blossomed.

Though I won't bore you with the details of our private life I can very much say that I was in love with Sherlock. As much as it astounded John when he walked into Sherlock's room one morning and found us both in a bed, my past lover had been slightly happier than I had expected. Lestrade on the other hand was truly shocked. His face went pale white when Sherlock and I were reported together in public.

As much as I'd love to continue with the stories of our happiness. I must say that all good things come to an end.

I can still clearly remember the day when Lestrade knocked on my door. I remember thinking, "Oh he needs help with another case." That was until I noticed that he had been crying. His eyes were bloodshot; the skin around them was puffy and red. That's when it hit me.

Oh Sherlock.

Before he could open his mouth a tear had already started making its way down my face.

"How?" I asked.

"He jumped." Replied Lestrade.

That's when I broke. Something had shattered inside of me and left me bleeding.

~SH~

One Week Later

Sherlock's Funeral.


"Sherlock was a man that will be missed by many that he helped.
Not many people knew him the way I knew him.
I knew a side of him that no one saw.
I…I miss our jokes. The ones that would make me laugh, the ones no one else got.
I miss working with you. Because only then I could truly believe I wasn't the smartest one in the room.
As much as it pains me to admit, I miss your fake smiles the ones you would put on when everyone was watching.
You know Sherlock; I could have taught you so much. I could have taught you how to be human.
But right now, are your tantrums, your smiles, even your blue dressing gown.
Your frustration, your boundless energy. Your brilliance.
God Sherlock I need everything that made you, you.
Because right now I don't know how I can cope.
I need you.
Because not only were you my colleague, you were my friend.
But most of all you were the man I
am in love with.
You were my Sherlock and you were one of a kind.
Truly the world's only consulting detective.
I love you Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
And I always will."