To: Sherlock Holmes
Subject: You!
- Sherlock! I saw you! You were walking down the street and by the time that I realized, you'd vanished around the corner! I KNOW it was you! It
- had to be! Sherlock, please, come back, please. I won't be mad. I promise. Please. Don't do this to me any longer. Come back. We can go back to
- 221B. I won't make you buy the milk. I'll let you do experiments, whatever they are. Just... just... come ba
John was prepared to swear on his life that it was Sherlock he had seen in the crowd. No one else matched Sherlock's profile. Tall, lanky, jet-black, curly hair, and those eyes... He couldn't disguise those eyes, not from John, not from someone who was so used to seeing them. The initial moment had shocked John so harshly that he hadn't realized, hadn't processed... and, in the few moments that it had taken him to snap back to reality, it was too late.
He had whipped out his phone to send a furious text to presumed dead friend. He had gone as far as to beg, only to realize, so many words later, that it was impossible. Sherlock was dead... Sherlock was definitely dead. And John was seeing things.
He didn't finish his text.
John managed to find his way back to his flat before he totally broke down. He is still crying, some silent broken tears. Those tears, they make him think that he is spiraling into something terribly dark, some sort of insanity that he will never be able to get away from.
It's a terribly scary, and possibly real, thought.
He sends his (unfinished) text anyway.
To: John Watson
Subject: (No subject)
- FAilure to deliver message.
DrEvilsketch prompted me for 'I think I saw you in a crowd'. Someone else may have prompted it, too, so forgive me if I don't include your name because I just scanned over the reviews quickly. xD So, thank you for your suggestion. Here it is, in an odd way. Reviews are good, lovelies.
P.S. Notice anything different in this chapter? Let's see if you find it. ;D