AN: This is only a really short one, but I hope you like it! :)
Verse 3 – John
So how do you expect me
To live alone, just me?
'Cause my world revolves around you
It's so hard for me to breathe
John now understands Sherlock's view about the body being merely transport for the mind: as long as he caters to his body's basic needs, he is free to deceive himself that his best friend could burst through the door like a whirlwind at any moment. John thinks bitterly of how in just eighteen months, that marvellous, ridiculous man managed to weave himself seamlessly into every aspect of his existence. And now, all John has left is a flat full of memories and an aching heart.
Though there was no romantic connection between the pair, they were closer than brothers. John is swept under the tidal wave of a new memory – sitting in Buckingham Palace giggling with a sheet-clad Sherlock, being chastised by Queen Mycroft. Given the hostile bond with his blood brother and being that Sherlock was little more than acquaintances with nearly everybody else, it still astounds John how close they became.
He smiles fondly even as he is surprised by the fact that his vision has blurred and his cheeks are wet. Once the floodgates have opened, there's no stopping the flow. Grabbing the familiar blue scarf from the back of his chair, John curls up in a ball and buries his face in the soft material to try and stifle his sobs.