The Evanescent Fairy Tale of Sherlock and John {discontinued}

another a/n

hey everyone!

I have officially decided to not continue this story. I got great feedback on the chapter previous this one about ending it, and it made me so happy you're always so supportive. like wow. thank you so, so, so much. I actually love you all a whole darn lot.

I also know you're disappointed, and I am truly sorry. I feel like my writing in this (the first johnlock fanfic I attempted to write) was way too inadequate. and besides, I've got bigger and better things brewing in my mind for new johnlock fics. some of those are yellow and figment. which you can find in my works in my profile. yellow is a completed work, and figment. is one I am in the process of writing still.

anywho, back to this story. I wanted to tell you lovelies the actual plans I had had for this story and they are as follows:

John was going to die in the end. I know, I'm an evil author, but remember. I love you.

The fairytale murders we're going to continue along. Miss Adler was murdered with mirror shards. Her story was the Ugly Duckling.

The next was going to be Alice in Wonderland, with Molly and a few others being murdered. The scene would've been set up like the tea party with the Mad Hatter.

The next murder was going to be Gregory Lestrade and Mycroft Holmes. Their fairytale was Beauty and the Beast.

By the time I started writing this story, I hadn't figured out a fairytale to compare John's murder to. I still don't have one.

I wrote the eulogy Sherlock would speak at John's funeral, just for a tiny last thing of writing to feed your tiny minds.

Sherlock," John breathes, almost breathless. My fingers search frantically for a pulse that is lessening as every second zooms by like a missed train.
"You'll be okay. I promise," I whisper in response. John's eyes meet mine. They are a hurricane, but to me, they are the eye of the storm that's raging within. They know he won't survive; they know this is the final time they will givve me a sigh of hope. They know. He knows. I refuse to know.
"You will be okay, Sherlock Holmes. You will."
"Don't leave me."
"Stop."
"I don't want to love somebody else, John."
"But I give you permission to."
"I love you."
"I know."
"A lot more than you realize."
"I know."
"That''s my line." "
"I know," John laughs...coughs. His eyes flutter like butterflies in the spring, a new beginning.
"I love you," I manage.
"Sherlock..."
"Love is strange. I know strange, but I don't know love. I know evanescent love. Withering love. Short love. I don't know fairytales because everyone lives happily ever after. I didn't. and I won't. Ours was a fairytale, but it was destroyed so soon like a nightmare. John taught me to believe in fantasies. We were evanescent, yes, but if you believe, I guess we can all imagine. The evanescent fairytale of Sherlock and John." There is more I want to say; I hope to find John's eyes in the sea of people, but all I can see is...oh god. Tears blur my vision as I stumble to my seat, crumbling into it like broken machinery. Broken. All I am is broken.

that was really bad but meh. I hope you guys kinda enjoyed it?? Sherlock is alive in the end by the way. and just for one final good-bye from this story, I'll leave you to read the rest of the poetry I wrote : )))))))) I love you guys.

to be beautiful, you must have flaws.

to say you're my favorite person in the world would be a lie; you're my favorite person in the universe.

i wonder how we ever came to be so compatible with each other. i wonder how we ever came to be so beautiful. i wonder how we ever came to be so eternal. i put my wonderings aside because all that matters is we.

you came along; the wind whispered silent promises of affection.

i would dream of boarding a spaceship to go see the stars. but now...now i can just look for your eyes.

you're addicting, intoxicating, and i want to consume all of you.

are you familiar with the dust particles in the air? the way the sun hits them and ignites them and they become visible? you were never the dust; you were the sun.

i don't believe in absolutely anything..except you.