John
I had hoped by leaving the flat without speaking to Sherlock he would be curious as to what I was doing and search my room, thus finding the letter. What I hadn't managed to calculate was how long it would take him to get curious enough. Some days it would have been hours before he stirred from his seat and meandered upstairs. Other days he wouldn't have even waited for me to get out the front door before having thrown my entire room into chaos.
Based on his emotional state I figured it would take him a while before it registered in his mind palace that I was gone. I spent a peaceful afternoon walking round London, taking in all the sights before it got too dark and cold to be enjoyable. I knew I was putting off the inevitable but it didn't make the walk home any easier.
I knew by the look on his face as I walked in that he had read the letter. I had to fight to keep a smirk from crossing my face. He wasn't supposed to know that this was all planned. I wandered over to the kitchen and put the kettle on. Now it was a waiting game. Sherlock wouldn't understand what was going on, and that would be killing him. Although I didn't want to see him suffer it would be better for him to come to me and ask, rather than me forcing him to talk.
The kettle whistled and I made two cups of tea. Placing one in front of Sherlock I sat in my chair, grabbed my laptop and began adding to my online diary. It was the one thing I had kept doing that my therapist had suggested when I was first discharged from the army. It had felt stupid doing it, until I had become Sherlock's roommate. Maybe it's because until Sherlock I had nothing to talk about. I realised it as I was writing, that he had brought so much chaos into my life but also so much joy. My ordinary, and if I admit, boring life had been turned upside down and I had been thrust into a world of action.
While keeping one eye on Sherlock I typed up my entry for the day before having a quick look at the news. It was the same stuff that had dominated the front page for weeks and I wasn't really concentrating on it as I scrolled through the destruction that had happened in the last 24 hours.
I must have nodded off because the next thing I knew I was startled awake by a crash of thunder overhead. It was dark in the flat and a blanket had been placed over my lap. Taking a moment to gather my thoughts I stood up and climbed the stairs to my room, the sound of thunder echoing behind me. Expecting to just flop into bed I got an almighty shock when I saw Sherlock curled up under my duvet. Not feeling up to being mad I grabbed a spare blanket and went back downstairs to sleep on the settee. It was going to be a long night but if it meant Sherlock got a decent night's sleep then it was a sacrifice I was willing to make.