Letters To Sherlock

by jessisnotdeadyet

These are the letters that John wrote to Sherlock during the time when he was 'dead'. He left the letters on his grave every week on a Wednesday, starting from one month after the Fall. Includes Johnlock, and these letters lead on to a fanfiction in story form rather than letters which I am currently working on. Mystrade included in such fanfiction. Rated M for later chapters.

48. 09 01 2013

Dear Sherlock,

The holiday season is officially over now, as marked by Mike's return from his extended vacation in America. I managed to get his present to him, which is something that I probably spent more money on than I should have. But he deserved it. Seeing as he's spent all his money on this last holiday, I ended up getting him tickets for a fortnight's stay in Japan, all-inclusive, 5-star hotel and all the extras because he's not going to get the chance to travel for a long time otherwise. He was blown away when I gave them to him, but I wanted to do something really poignant for him. I owe him more than just the money's worth of a pocket-watch.

So life's calmed down a bit, and I've settled back into a phase where I am comfortable balancing what little work I have with my various and very varied hobbies, which now include cooking, detective work, and something else you don't know about. I've started learning the piano. I bought one the other week. It's a grand, and it stands in the kitchen where the table once was. The table was donated to Nina so that all of her art stuff no longer clutters the floor, and it can now reside upon the table. I'm not very good yet; I'm learning the most simple tunes. I don't have a tutor, I've decided to teach myself because I couldn't bear the thought of regular lessons that I'd have to miss if a case came up. It's so far not boring to me, so let's hope that I'll eventually be good enough to be able to compose for myself, even though I'm probably too old to be learning an instrument now.

Then of course there's my writing, which takes up most of my time in the evenings and through the sleepless nights that still haunt me. The book's going well, but I've had to go back and alter a lot of the plotline because I found that the way I want to take the story didn't match up with the beginning. That held me back, but they were necessary corrections. I couldn't stand for this murder mystery to be inadequate, because it would be like shaming you, and I would never do that.

I'm feeling lonely right now, so I'm going to ring Greg or Sarah or someone, otherwise this loneliness will just depress me.

Lonely without you,

Your John.