Sherlock One Shots (Requests open!)

Somewhere only we know ~ LXVIII

A/N: I like it but don't :,) cos I'm gonna write another one but from Sherlocks POV (If I remember)

Tw: Su!c!de

You were numb walking up those stairs. Memories of you and Sherlock, running up and down the stairs came flooding into your head. You whimpered, breaking the numbness. Finally, you had reached the door. You really wished Sherlock would just open the door and say all of this was a sick joke. You wouldn't be mad, upset or anything. If at all, you'd be happy and fling yourself into his arms.Happy isn't the right word but then again what is? You exhaled and put your hand to the handle. It was cold and oddly felt rusty. Your head banged against the door as your grip tightened on the handle. Maybe you weren't ready yet..Just maybe you would never be. Your sobs soon got drowned out and fizzled into nothing.After rubbing your tears away and collecting yourself, you opened the door. Your heart sank as you stood there. Every single thing in this apartment reminded you of him. You stood leaning against the doorframe for a good hour. Some dust particles floated past the windows, causing you to present a sorrowful smile.

'Dust is mainly composed of dead human skin you know?' You chocked out a chuckle as you quoted Sherlock. Mrs Hudson gave you a packet of tissues for obvious reasons a few days ago. You took one out and wiped your tears, before playing with it in your hands. After careful consideration, you stepped in.It felt odd.You could imagine Sherlock at his desk, smiling at you.However you knew it wasn't real and shook it off.You swallowed hard and crept further in. To be completely honest it was surreal, you didn't know if you wanted to cry,dance or die.

'Oh god Sherly..' you muttered as you picked up a picture of you two on your wedding day. You bit your lip so hard it started bleeding.

'OH SHIT!' You shouted as you dropped the picture in realisation. You crouched down. 'No..No..No!' Your swift fist landed on the floor, into the glass. You screamed a sob and crashed down, hugging the picture.

'Oh..Sherlock..' you sniffed. 'You simple thing..' You sat up, allowing tears to flow down your nose and down onto your chin. You exhaled. You made the decision and wanted to go through with it. But before you did, you had to go somewhere.
'Somewhere only we know' You muttered to yourself as you left the flat.

You arrived. Your blinks became longer and hallucinations of Sherlock became more lifeless. You crept in and attempted a smile. This place was where you and Sherlock came whenever you needed a break from everyone. No one else knew about it, just you two. Apparently Sherlock was sat under the tree,playing the violin.

'Oh! (Y/N)!' He exclaimed as you crashed into his arms, sobbing into the crook of his neck.

'God,Sherlock, I- I love you. Please never leave me.' You muffled. He nodded as he swayed gently. A few minutes after laying there, you pulled out a gun and killed yourself. Turns out, it wasn't a hallucination. You were right, it was a sick joke.Now he was sat there, cuddling your corpse with wide , watery eyes watching the blood go from your head down onto his hand.