My Immortal
Sherlock was declared dead the next day at 12:15 pm. All attempts to revive him were proven futile and soon, the doctors and nurses gave up trying. John gave me the news, before leaving me with my thoughts, declaring that he didn't want me to feel crowded. Though I knew his real reason for doing so, was because he needed time alone to mourn himself.
It was silent in the flat. Too silent. The once warm and cozy space I had called home, felt empty without Sherlock's boisterous presence. Seemed darker too. The apartment expressed how I felt on the inside. Vacant. Desolate. Broken in so many ways, only being held together by the sheer memory of Sherlock.
I was numb. And it wasn't because of the raging icestorm outside the window. The place where my heart used to rest, was hollowed out, Sherlock taking the organ with him in his departure. I had told him he could have my heart, but I never imagined my words would come back to haunt me. Or be this painful.
I sat cross legged on the floor, my hands clenched around Sherlock's scarf. It was the last item of clothing he had been wearing, that hadn't been with him in his death. The coroners wouldn't allow me to have his coat.
I stared down at the still bright blue material, which reminded me of Sherlock's eyes. No matter how many times it had been abused or abandoned, it seemed to shine like a twinkling star in the sky. I compared Sherlock to the scarf in that regard as well. I knew he could be hurt and lashed out when he was afraid. Yet he always seemed to bounce back and regain that cheerful glint in his eye whenever a particular good case came up. I was so sure he would bounce back from the hit. This time, my certainty had failed me.
I sighed shakily, lightly stroking the scarf, almost as if I were touching him and not a piece of clothing. The memory of our argument flashed through my mind, causing me to grip the scarf tighter, and close my eyes forcefully.
"I'm so sorry Sherlock. Please, forgive me."
I cried, letting my tears hit the soft fabric in my hands, before hugging it tightly to my chest, wishing for the entire world that it was him I was holding.
Author's Note: Wow guys! I just have to give a huge virtual hug for all the feedback I got on the last chapter. I know this chapter is short and angsty, but bear with me, it will get better. I won't be staying on this gloomy train forever! Thank you all again for your wonderful reviews and for liking and following! Means the world to me!
Song; My Immortal by Evanescence