A/N: Sorry it's been a while! So, I wrote this in a study hall at school, and it turned out really depressing... It's post-Reichenbach. Thanks for the kind reviews! I hope you guys have a great school year (if you're in school)!

-SherlockNinja


John sat and waited. He did nothing; no eating, no drinking, no anything; he just sat in his armchair with the union jack pillow and waited. What was he waiting for? A miracle. His one hope that he had right now. Mrs. Hudson practically force fed him, she couldn't bear to loose the both of them in the same year, let alone the same week. John just didn't have the heart to eat. Mycroft visited from time to time. He did nothing. His mates invited him out to the bar. He still just sat, in the room where it all started, and waited.

One day, exactly a year later, he got up. Mrs. Hudson heard, and got excited. Mycroft found out and was glad. John felt bad for them, knowing that they wouldn't be happy after what he was about to do. He took out his laptop and began to type.

I know it's been a while since my last update, I am only really here to say that there will be no next update. As you all knew, Sherlock fell. You knew he was my best friend, and he brought me back to life. What you didn't know (some of you guessed), and what I denied vehemently, was that I was in love with him. I had fallen for a mad, brilliant but mad, genius. I've realized, sitting here, that my life is nothing without him. He has somehow managed to weave his way into all of my memories. In uni, I see the pale skin peeking out from under the blanket in the bed across from me. I see his curly locks as I heal people in Afghanistan. I've even remembered a boy, down the road, with a particularly reckless nature. I guess this post is my note, as his phone call was his. I am sorry for those who still care, but I can't live life without my best friend.

I cannot live life without my Sherlock.

He pressed enter and grabbed the other item he had picked up. A gun. The gun. The one that held so many memories for the duo. It had killed to save Sherlock's life. It had been used to help Sherlock's boredom. Now it was going to help John get to Sherlock.

He checked one more time. The safety was off, the gun was loaded. All he had to do was shoot. His death wouldn't be nearly as dramatic as Sherlock's, but it would do. It's only job was to get him to the man he needed as much as oxygen. The only man he'd fallen for. The man that had kept him alive. He had actually come close to doing this before. The world had been dull, boring. Then he met the crazy genius that was Sherlock Holmes. Everything around him had been filled with color. That was why John had shot the cabbie and risked his life for a man he barely knew. He didn't want his reason to live to leave him. When Sherlock jumped, his eyes went back to black & white. Dull. Boring. Dead. He needed to get back to Sherlock, back to the color and the light of his life.

He screwed his eyes tight and put the gun to his head. His hand was shaking for the first time in a long time. When I see Sherlock, it will be gone He thought to himself.

And maybe I could finally tell him that I love him.


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