CHAPTER 4
The door to the roof it ajar… I can't think. I can't breath. I can't believe that this happening again.
And there he is. Standing by the edge, but this time he doesn't have a phone in his hand. This time it is his violin. He is playing a tune on it, I recognise it. He worked it out on the violin years ago. It is 'The Water' by Johnny Flynn and Laura Marling, he used to play it when he was angry, it calmed him. How I have missed it.
For the first time ever I can hear him sing the soft melody, his voice at just the right pitch, never realising the words were so powerful…
Now deeper the water I sail
And faster the current I'm in
That each night brings the stars
And the song in my heart
Is a tune for the journeyman's tale
The water sustains me without even trying
The water can't drown me I'm done
With my dying
He continues to play as if he hadn't realised that I had arrived.
I have missed him so much, I have to say something… But what? I walk towards him slowly and lower the violin from his chin, he stares at me wide eyed. The look of fear still etched onto his face, as if I am going to shout some more. But I don't. I just pull him from the edge and bury my head in his chest, weeping like a child.
"John. I am so sorry…" I look up into his deep blue eyes.
"You don't have to apologise Sherlock, I am sorry. I shouldn't have shouted at you. I should have listened to everything you were going to say. I have missed you like hell and the idea that, that could of been avoided just… frustrated me but it couldn't be avoided could it? At least Moriarty is dead now. Gone. We can go back to the way things were…" I trailed off.
"But I don't want to go back to the way things were John." Sherlock said. "I want to go forwards. Not backwards. I love you John Watson."
I just stared for a while. He loves me, and for that moment I forgot about all of the hurt and pain that I had to deal with for a year, and focused on the love that is true now.
"I love you too Sherlock Holmes"
His eyes burned into my heart, and he slowly slid his hands round my back and held me tightly. All I can hear is his heavy breath as his chest rises slowly and the sound of his heart beat; for almost a second I can swear that I heard it skip one.