Here's the next chapter! It's short but at least I kept my promise. I'll try to post more.
Sherlock, thanks for the apology. It was sweet, so unlike you. Now, welcome to our last day! Will you come over? Just a simple answer would do; yes or no. I live in a little flat next to St. Bart's hospital. Second floor, room 15. Knowing you, you don't need much other than that. Yes or no?
Yes!
It'll be a short meeting. Two to five minutes at the least. I want to give you something: A souvenir. The hand over won't last more than a few seconds and then Sherlock Holmes, you are free to live your life with Greg. So come on over.
I'll be there in ten minutes.
Subject: Signs of Life
Hello John. How are you? It's been nearly three weeks. I think of you everyday. And I think of the gift you gave me. Thank you.
Sherlock
Hi Sherlock. You felt like it then, huh? Truth be told, I don't feel alright to ask in return how you are. I don't want you to be alright with Greg. Oh! Is Greg by any chance a somewhat tall, grey haired detective-type? About my age, two maybe three years older. I felt like getting some coffee at Speedy's and I happen to be passing by. A very attractive man walked into 221B, looking like he was about to... go solve some crimes or something. He was talking to an old women with an accent. A French accent. I must have been him. You could imagine my surprise. It's such a small world after-all.
Best wishes, John
PS. Don't worry, I bought my own coffee. I souldn't need to go there for a while.
Dear John, I know I can't demand you to, but can you please not visit my area? What good would it?
Best wishes back, Sherlock
Chill out, will you? It's not like I talked to him. I wish many undisturbed days ahead. I'm off on holiday.
Yours John
Be ready for the next chapter because... something happens. haha. Sorry. WRITER'S BLOCK IS A BITCH! Anyway, Hope you enjoyed it!