Up until this very moment, Sherlock had randomly stated that he did not want John to leave. John reassured him by saying that he didn't want to leave Sherlock as much as Sherlock didn't want him to leave. Sherlock would kiss him randomly, sometimes even in public, which is something that shocked John, but he was not disobliging when the occasion arose.
"I'm going to med school, I'm not dying." John chuckled, clutching his bag. They were at the train station and John was leaving for college any moment now. Sherlock held his hands and looked down at the ground. Sherlock nodded smally and then looked up into John's eyes. His eyes were so intense, so sincere; he was streaming his thoughts passionately through his eyes, more so than he ever had before. Words seemed to linger on his tongue, but he leaned forward and kissed John with such a sincere passion that John finally felt the pain that Sherlock was feeling.
"I'll only be gone for a couple months." John said, cupping Sherlock's face. "I'll be back for Christmas, okay?"
Sherlock nodded.
"I still don't think you should go."
"And I still think you should've come with me."
Sherlock pursed his lips and landed one last chaste kiss on John's forehead.
"Go on, doctor." Sherlock smiled. "I'll be waiting here for you."
"Promise?" John joked.
"Until the very end." Sherlock replied seriously. John frowned. The call for the train to board played over the intercom.
"Sherlock… is everything alright?"
"John, go. Your train is about to board."
"I'll call you tonight." John said seriously. "And you'll tell me what's got you all serious."
"I'm usually serious."
"No, you're usually flippant."
"Final call!" the attendants shouted. John hugged Sherlock one last time before running off. John waved from the train as Sherlock faded away in the distance. Sherlock stared at the train until he couldn't see it anymore. He closed his eyes for a long time, found a pillar next to a trashcan and sat there until night fell. Mycroft found him there and took him home.
"Did you tell him about the cases that you've been doing?"
"No." Sherlock said, tight-lipped.
"Why not?" "I don't want him to worry." he mumbled. "They're only slightly dangerous." "Sherlock, you nearly got yourself killed. A man with a gun had you cornered in an alley. It's lucky that I sent the police in after you."
"Luck." Sherlock sniffed. "I'll be fine." Sherlock said uncertainly.
"You still should have told him."
"I'll tell him when I need to." Sherlock replied, standing reluctantly and following Mycroft to his car. Sherlock closed his eyes in the back of the swaying car, picturing John's concerned face. He dictated everything about John to his memory. He would have to- he wouldn't see John for another few months.
That was the last time Sherlock and John saw each other face to face.
Tiny chapter.
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