Monday- Wake up….alone in the empty flat. Read, well scan the paper. 7:30 am Work at the clinic till 5:00 pm. Work…work was dull but it keep him sane and in the real world.
After work John would come home to 221 B Baker Street and all ways wonder why he did not just move out. Then he stops to have a cup of tea with Ms. Hudson and he knows he could never leave her. He would then do a little paper work while eating dinner before bed.
Tuesday through Friday was the same.
Looking at his days John could not help but picture Sherlock in his PJs and robe lying in his arm chair, more slumped over the chair, saying "BORED" over and over again. John laughed out loud and could not help but smile.
Saturday….SATURDAY was the third anniversary of Sherlock's death. Johns smile faded as quickly as it started. He knew he would not be sleeping tonight; all the memories that he shut away came flooding back.
Saturday could not be over soon enough. John walked the flat land scattered with flowers and head stones up to the black marble one. He did not talk for some time. He didn't know what to say really. His head screamed "I miss you. How could you? I HATE you!" but his mouth never moved. John was about to turn around an just leave when he heard the sound of crushed leaves. Footsteps. John looked up expecting to see the old grounds keeper cleaning up the dead flowers from a nearby unvisited grave. But he finds himself looking eye to eye with a young woman.
First John notices her smile, she looked like she had found a lost child and was trying to help find its parent. So sweet and caring that "you poor dear" look. John spoke without really thinking "Hello, may I help you?" God what was happening to John? He felt like he was a school boy again talking to a very pretty older girl in the upper classes. He all most missed what she was saying back. "Hi" God her voice was like music. Stop STOP pay attention John, pay attention to what she is saying. "I was hoping you could help me find a certain grave" "whose are you looking for, I may be able to help or at least I can try to help…..Sorry what is the name?" what was going on with him, now he was rambling. "Thanks" She smiled back "I am looking for a Mr. S. Holmes" "Really?" John could not hide the surprise in his voice and face. "Yes do you know where I can find it?" her smile faded and was replaced by a look of confusion about John. Snapping back John said "Yes, yes it's right here actually" he said pointing to the black head stone. Her smile returned "Thank you" she moves to stand between John and the stone. She moved with a grace. Standing nearer to John he could see she was about 5'2" or 1". Her hair was a wonderful brown black and unusual color. SNAP back JOHN his brain screamed. "Did you know Sherlock?" he asked trying to figure her out. "Yes and no…mostly on the no side…I wish I could have meet him" Her eyes were so green blue, like the sea on a stormy day. JOHN! Listen or you will miss what she is saying. "Sorry I must sound like some crazy or something….let's start again my name I Kay, Kay Morgan" She said steeping closer holding out her hand. John shook her hand while inside his mind was screaming out I LNOW THAT NAME but where from….where?