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"You're my head; you're my heart.
No light, no light, in your bright blue eyes.
I never knew daylight could be so violent.
A revelation in the light of day-
you can't choose what stays and what fades away.
And I'd do anything to make you stay..."
Funny.
John had never known. He had never known. What Sherlock really meant to him.
He was friendship. He was companionship, he was happiness, he was admiration, he was truth, he was intelligence, he was bravery, he was courage, he was light in the darkness. He was family. He was life.
John sits in Greg's office, numb, staring towards the wall. He is supposed to be doing something, saying something, anything, but he can't. He doesn't know how he got here, to be honest, but he's here. He doesn't want to be.
It's a bad thing, he knows, but he'd rather be with Sherlock. What would his therapist say? John wonders. Suicide watch or something. He knows that that's giving up but facing the day without his best friend to wake up to... It's hell. It's hell on earth and John doesn't know how he's going to survive. If he's going to survive.
He needs to, though.
For Sherlock. He needs to tell people what really happened. He needs to fight the war that he knows Sherlock had to give up for a good reason. He can't just give up on Sherlock. He's the only person that Sherlock has, has ever had.
But, can he?
John isn't sure. But he needs to try.
He looks up at Greg and starts to talk.
Song: No Light, No Light - Florence and the Machine
Disclaimer: I do not own the song, nor Sherlock. All rights to their respective owners.
Sherlock is life, Sherlock is death, Sherlock is everything to John. Just like John is everything to Sherlock.