Chapter 11: Falling In Love
(( Sorry it took so long! But this chapter was the most stressing to write, I had to look for a few things before continuing and I also felt that I needed to explain some things that happened in chapter nine. Hence chapter ten. But it's finally here and I hope you enjoy it!
P.S. I'm sorry for the chapter name.))
Days passed and still no word from Sherlock. You grew worried the more time he spent without talking to you. It almost felt like dating John all over again, except that... Sherlock wasn't your boyfriend and you weren't allowed to show unprofessional interest in him. You couldn't let yourself sink that low.
Yet you still yarned for the day that the detective would message you, just a text... Something!
You continued your life none the less, you went to classes and blogged daily. Giving hints of your desperation but not enough for people to be reassured. They kept asking for more of Sherlock but you couldn't give it to them. No matter how much you'd wish you could.
That week with him was the most interesting and exciting thing that has ever happened to you and your blog!
One afternoon...
You received a call, unknown number, you answer it, expecting to hear the voice of a person trying to promote you something. But instead you heard the voice of John and Sherlock.
You cover your mouth to try not to make any sound, you over hear their conversation, Sherlock was saying e was in a roof,
Probably Barts. You thought to yourself,
Then he was calling himself a fake.
Without a second thought you begin to run outside, keeping the cellphone on your ear but the other end away from your mouth so they couldn't hear you panting.
You lived fairly close to Barts, yet you feared you were too late, you saw John drop his phone to his side.
He was looking at the roof so once you turn to look up, Sherlock said
"See you soon..." These words were clearly for you, only because john was not listening anymore, and then Sherlock extended his arms. You cover your mouth and take a few steps back,
"No.." You mutter as you see him jump from the roof.
Time slowed down,
There he was, the man you kissed merely a few days ago. Not even a week.
There was the man who deduced you, insulate you, flirted and smiled at you.
He took care of you in his own way to protect you even when John failed to do so.
You see Sherlock slowly falling from the building, you hear John calling out his name. And then, before the detective hits the floor... You look away. You couldn't dare to see him fall flat on the ground, lifeless, still. Then you see John running over to him, you didn't want to risk being caught so you begin stepping back.
He was dead. And you were never going to see your detective ever again.
You entered a depression for the rest of the day and the next.
You sobbed over your beloved one, and everyone in your blog stopped believing what you said. So eventually you stopped blogging for a while, you even missed a few days of college.
Then the worse of all, the funeral came.
Not many people were there, in fact, it was only Mrs. Hudson and John. So you stayed at a distance. Once they left you step closer to Sherlock's grave to say your last goodbye.
You start to tear up then you can't help but laugh at yourself for how pathetic you thought yourself to be.
"I guess that's it... You take me in for a week then leave me. You make me start feeling for you... And then you call me at last minute and tell me everything was a lie... I don't believe you, Y'know? You'll always be my brilliant detective... And I'm never going to forget you..."
"You don't have to..." A deep voice said for behind you, "When I'm right here."
You turn around to find Sherlock standing there in front of you. Your eyes start allowing tears to fall down and roll along your cheeks.
"S-Sher.." He then pulls you into a hug,
"Don't cry." He says, "We don't want to attract attention. Usually people sob for the dead, not the living."
You slowly return the hug,
"I thought you were dead... I thought you'd never come back..."
"Oh but I had one event to attend to. I wanted to see how many people would attend my funeral... And Im glad you did."
Sherlock gently pulled you away from the hug, smiled, and looked into your eyes; "Usually I would say I'm married to my work and wouldn't care or have time for stuff like this... But now that I'm supposed to dead an I don't have a job..."
Sherlock smile lightly at you as your jaw dropped and then followed with a smile. He then slowly leans down and kisses your cheek. But of course you grab hold of his scarf and pull him into a deep kiss.
~El Fin~