Chapter One: Happy Death Anniversary, Detective.

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"What the...?" I exclaimed, after being woken up by a sudden sound I didn't recognize at first, till I turned my head towards the table next to my bed, where my phone was.

Who the hell is calling at this hour?

I took the phone in hand before the call ended, rubbing my eyes. "...hello?"

"It's me, John ."

"Oh, John. It's..." I checked the clock. "2am. What's up, did something-"

"No, nothing. It was just..." He stopped, hesitating with his words.

Sherlock.

"It's him, isn't it?" I presumed.

"Yeah, Sherlock." He confirmed. "It's the anniversary of his death, in two weeks."

Wish I didn't have to remember that.

"Yeah, it kept me awake for a bit before I fell asleep." I admitted.

"It still feels weird without him, even after almost two years."

"It does. Life, everything, doesn't seem right without him."

"I still haven't quite gotten used to it."

"Neither will I, John. I don't think I ever will. Time will make the pain less...painful, but it'll never erase him, he'll be in our thoughts from the moment we wake up."

"I wish it was all a dream. I hate to wake up and not see him."

"If only. This...isn't right. Nothing is right. I feel like everything has gone cold. I swear that I haven't seen a single ray of sunshine."

"It's probably time fooling around, I don't know." He said.

"It could but, when he was there, there would be some sunny-ish days. I haven't seen one since. He left, and it's like he took the sun with him, John. The whole world is falling apart."

"I felt that too, for a moment. But, I don't really trust whatever I think about, these days. I don't pay much attention to whatever I do."

"You should be careful though, I don't need you to die because you didn't pay attention out there. And before you say anything, there's no joke in there. I mean it, Watson."

"I wasn't going to say that, trust me."

"You better. I need you there."

"Same goes for me. You've been of great help since..."

"Yeah. Since." I paused. "It sucks."

"It does." He agreed. "Well I...I'm gonna go back to sleep, I don't want to bother you all night."

"You didn't bother me, don't worry. It helped to talk. I could even stay a bit more, if you're not planning on going back now."

"Alright, then."

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