Prompt: Rooftops
Part 2
Warnings: TRF spoiler
Rating: K
Length: 175 words
Disclaimer: You should know by now, it pains me everytime I have to say it.
Jumped from a roof.
A roof of a hospital.
One my MY rooftops.
For a while I avoided our alleyways, our rooftops. I couldn't handle being in the world that we had shared. Couldn't handle being alone in the knowledge. Is this how he felt all the time?
Three to four months passed, Greg and Molly stopped checking up on me as often. I knew Mycroft was watching but I didn't care. Let him think what he thinks, that weasel-shagging bastard.
So when people stopped watching me like I would break down at any moment, I was a good actor, (better then Sherlock ever gave me credit for), I slowly started entering that world again. Not so much the alleys, those were Sherlock's.
But the roofs. My roofs. They welcomed me back with bright stars and cold winds.
For the first time in a long time, leaning back against a collection of chimneys, I felt a small urge to smile. Up here, with soot and biting winds and sadly blinking stars, I began to heal.
...yeah. Not really sure how I feel about this set. I was thinking maybe a part 3 where Greg finds John where Sherlock jumped and freaks out?
What do you think?
Prompts are always welcome! Thanks for reading!
The next one will me up tomorrow, promise.
-JC