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Chapter 2: An astonishing tale

Sherlock

At last…. Home….. after 2 years… of solitude and pain I'm back. Now I can go, go back to my old life, my true life. To John…. I wonder… well, it has been two years I suppose. He might have moved on, got a girlfriend, maybe even married… the thought of John marrying another woman irritated me, angered me even. It was a strange feeling, like a knot in my stomach and a hole in my chest, which I couldn't ignore…. John… I sighed, as a thousand memories came up to the surface of my mind. I missed John, I missed our chases, our arguments on who would buy the milk and why couldn't I clean up the flat, the way he cared for me, through simple, yet meaningful gestures. The way he was so brave and intelligent, not once caring for his life when he found out that some friend of his was in danger…. particularly Sherlock.

It was strange, this new feeling he had begun to have for John… Sherlock Holmes wasn't used to caring for anyone, much less a friend. But the thought of John hurt, sad, in pain, dead… Sherlock couldn't stand it. He stopped walking and looked around in surprise. Was he really meaning to come here? He remembered this place like yesterday… the first case John had accompanied him on, and certainly not his last. He heard a soft sound behind him, like someone's footsteps, a particular someone's footsteps…. No… what would John be doing here in the middle of the night at 3.00? Sherlock moved to the shadows, curious to see whether it was John, and if it was what was he doing here?

He was right, as usual. It was John. He came to a standstill right in front of him, but didn't see him, as Sherlock was well concealed in the shadows. He sucked in a deep breath and looked around wildly. Sherlock took a quick look at him. His face was pale and pained, probably from the memories that were playing in his head, he was holding his pistol in his hands, but his hands were shaking. From not using the pistol for a long time, his hold was not so perfect. He had lost quite a few pounds, and hadn't eaten anything, most probably.

But why does he have a pistol in his hand right now…. He couldn't possibly.. Sherlock was shocked. No, John was NOT going to kill himself, not now, not ever. Suddenly, John fell on his knees and started sobbing. "please come back Sherlock, for me. Please… just one more miracle.. please….." John rasped, looking at the night sky as he spoke. Sherlock felt a great pain in his chest then, as if someone had snipped his heart in two. John crying? No…. he wouldn't let that happen. "wait for me, my blogger, I WILL come, for where would this detective be without his blogger?" Sherlock thought determinedly.
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