John's POV
Unpublished
I visited your grave today. Sat against the headstone, downed a bottle of whiskey. I screamed and cried like I always do, but I'm not sure if that was in my head or out loud. It doesn't matter anyway. No one was around to hear.
I contemplated digging up your casket, just to make sure you are really in there.
I sat there until the sky went dark. Eventually, I heard a car and saw an umbrella walking towards me for the first time since your death. You would be happy, Sherlock. I punched Mycroft in the face.
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