Dear everyone I guess,
Look I went through the stages of grief once. I watched Mycroft go through them once as well. Mycroft didn't handle it as well as I (sorry Greg) but I'm afraid this time I am not handling them either. Last time I thought it was real but I got over it. This time, I can feel that it's real. I can't feel his presence somewhere in the world like I could last time. This time it's different. And real. And I can't take it this time around. The baby was stillborn. Mary and I are divorced. Mary even admitted to being one of the snipers Moriarty had on us at the pool Sherlock. I know you'll never see this but I wanted to tell the world that I love you. As a best friend, as a brother, as a boyfriend. I'm so sorry I never gave us a chance but I've got plenty of time in the afterlife, haven't I? Greg, be sure that you hold on. Stop drinking, for me and for Mycroft who in his dying words asked you not to. Molly, good luck with Irene. As I recall, she likes a challenge. Donovan and Anderson, up yours. Mrs. Hudson, I'm sorry we didn't listen to you and take one bedroom, you called it but I'm too late and he's gone and I will be soon too. I thought about doing it in 221B but the mess of drinking poison is a little much for me to want Mrs. Hudson to have to deal with so I chose the place of Sherlock's first suicide. That's the last time I was truly me and as I watched him fall, I could feel myself shedding a layer of my soul. Greg, one last thing, make sure the headlines read: Watson to join his Sherlock in the afterlife. Mary, my ex-wife, I hope your life prospers and you never play someone as you did me. Right, I guess that's it. Hemlock and arsenic and rooftop falls hello and to all of you good bye.
John Hamish Watson
Greg folded up the note and looked up at the scene in front of him. John Watson lay face down on the pavement in front of Bart's almost exactly where Sherlock had lain six and half years earlier. It had been two months since Mycroft's passing and a year and two months since Sherlock's. Anderson and Donovan stood off to the side chattering away about what had become of the motley crew they had gotten to know over the years. Molly kneeled next to John's body and with a solemn nod confirmed to the DI that John had done exactly what was in his letter and that he was dead just after he jumped from the poison combination. Greg nodded and they loaded John's body into an ME van and as Greg reflected on everything in what had been he and Mycroft's home until two months ago, it all finally set in. He dumped out his scotch and smashed every liquor bottle in his house. He grabbed pen and paper and sat down to write.