Sherlock. Today is the day. In 2 hours, I will be dead. No more waiting. No more wanting. Just you. Just pure bliss. I am shaking in excitement. I want to do it sooner, but I know if I stray off schedule someone will stop me. And that just can't be allowed to happen. I suppose I will miss some things. Mycroft, Lestrade, Molly, Mrs Hudson. But I would give all of them up in an instant if only to be with you. And I will be, soon! I will miss 221B Baker Street, our home. I'll miss the comfort of family. But no more than I miss you now. The dreams have been more frequent, in anticipation for this. 1 and a half hours to go. Are you excited for me, Sherlock? Do you even want to see me again? If you do, do not fear. Soon. I will be with the one I love. Soon. -JW
I'm taking the taxi to St. Bart's now. I am trembling. In fear? In anticipation? In anxiety? Well it won't matter soon, anyway. Soon it will all be over! I will be with you, my love. Now I shall leave you. The final message. I love you, and I will see you soon. But just in case I go to hell while you are in heaven. Sherlock Holmes. I have never, and will never know a man as brilliant as you. You changed me for the better, and I will never forget that. If I could turn back time, I would stop you. I would tell you how much I respected, admired, loved you, when you were still here to see it. Sherlock, damn it. I would have held you so close, never let you go. Never let you make the mistakes you did. Never let you out of my sight. In an ideal world, I would have confessed my love. You would have loved me back. We would still be living together, in peace, the Detective and his Doctor. Pipe dreams, I know. But lovely to imagine. It is time. I am here. Never forget you, Sherlock Holmes. This is my note. Goodbye Sherlock. -JW
John put the phone in his pocket, and climbed to the roof. He walked up to the ledge, the very same ledge that Sherlock had jumped off, so many months before. He stood up on it. Took a deep breath. He heard shouting momentarily coming from behind him, but payed it no attention, after all, he had no reason to stay. He raised his arms. Took another deep breath. And began to fly.
THIS IS NOT FINISHED, DO NOT FRET MY LOVELIES. x