Title: Musings of a Burned Heart

Fandom: Sherlock BBC

Pairing: John/Sherlock

Rating:Pg-13

Word Count: 100

Notes: Unbetaed. Written for prompt 7-roses. Also, a huge thank you to all of you who have added me to alerts and reviewed! It's really making my day and keeping my muse (who has been unreliable for a long time) writing!

Angst warning:This story contains severe angst and character death. I cried while writing it. I'll be posting a second fluffy drabble as soon as I can.

A funeral that he attended, fingers gripping the flesh of his other hand so tightly as he struggled for control. A coffin, dirt, a gravestone that didn't say all of the things that his partner had been to him. Roses of colors that spoke of passionate love, eternal love, platonic love, love that had never had the chance to be known and seen by the body hidden within a coffin and layers of dirt.

What did any of this matter? What did cases, the game, matter anymore? None of it mattered since Moriarty had succeeded in burning the heart out of him the second that John Watson had been pronounced dead upon arrival.