Knock knock. Lestrade lightly knocked on the door to Sherlock's flat.
"Sherlock?"
"Lestrade." Sherlock opened the door. Lestrade's eyes widened.
"My God man…you look-"
"Horrible I know. What do you want?" Sherlock leaned against the doorframe, his shoulders sagging.
"Sherlock you know why I'm here. John's funeral."
Sherlock looked at Lestrade, his grey face emotionless. "I can't go Greg. I can't do it." Lestrade was quiet.
"Sherlock…I'm so sorry. But you have to at least try to start back up again. You haven't eaten in a week. You're obviously taking drugs and drinking. You need to stop."
"Stop what? Moriarty? He's dead. John died because of him. And I did nothing. I fell for their stupid distraction plan. It's my fault. Moriarty knew he could get to me through John and now look what happened." Sherlock was crying now.
Lestrade didn't know what to say. Mrs Hudson came up the stairs at that moment, her expression very sad.
"He isn't going." Lestrade whispered to Mrs Hudson. She nodded.
"Not that I'm surprised."
Ugh. Next chapter is almost done, will be out soon 3