Lost
{Warning, major character death... T_T}
It had been a year.
He traced musician's fingers almost lovingly over the cruel, cold marble. As he forced his eyes to refocus, he noticed that for the first time, his hands were shaking.
When they had told him, he had been silent.
They had expected him to be ecstatic; victorious, even.
All he felt was empty. Nothing.
Observing his own trembling fingers, he knew he was being pathetic. Human. Ordinary. Ordinary Sherlock, he recalled Him singing. That had provoked him at the time. He had provoked him. But he had loved Him as well. Or felt the closest to love he'd felt before. He didn't believe in love.
Science and logical, regular facts he could believe. He could understand equations and symbols and how the world worked. Except astronomy.
He had always teased him about astronomy. He knew now that the earth orbited the sun, rather than the other way round. That was easy. Simple. Memorable. Useless. He would trade all the information in the world if it would bring Him back.
Still now, he was waiting. He hadn't believed He was truly... lost... when they had told him. Even now, he was trying hard to deal with the fact that He wouldn't be there; springing up from behind the memorials in his deep blue suit. New. Freshly laundered. Tailored to perfection, custom made. Italian leather shoes.
Previously unworn.
Did you miss me?
Yes.
God, yes.
Sherlock didn't believe in an omnipresent deity in the clouds. Clouds; simply water vapour.
God; humanity's natural craving for more.
For something to trust, to believe in. A purpose to life.
Praying was of no use to him.
It was dangerous to place all your faith in one person.
Especially when you find you know so little about them...
He was only truly realising this now.
{Reviews will make me update faster! I'm sorry, I've been busy with my advent calendar... There's Sheriarty in it, though... I might update some of those chapters as part of this collection...}