Sherlock One-Shots and Preferences

Sherlock - Gravestone

Your POV

Another day that i bring a rose to sherlock's gravestone. But today is special, it has been two long, agonizing years since...the fall. Every day through heat, rain, bitter cold, i have brought a single yellow rose and placed it on his grave. Yellow reprisents friendship. Our friendship. Because Sherlock Holmes didn't have a friend, he had friends.

But today at the small flower cart where i always buy my yellow roses, i buy a red rose today. The lady gives this one to me free, because i have shared my story to her over the many days that i come here. She knows today is a special day.

I gladly accept and walk to the gates of the graveyard. Sometimes i think that the gates keep all the wandering souls from finding their love, keeping them in like a prison.

Before i know it i'm at the place i've visited oh so many times.

I hesitate for a moment, but eventually sit down cross-legged infront of the mere gravestone. The rose is placed at the bottom where all the roses are. Most dead, some alive, but the red one looks as though it had eternal youth.

"Hello Sherlock. Its me again." I clear my throat as i already feel the lump start to grow. "I got a job offer yesterday night. I might take it up, do you think its a good idea?" I could imagine sherlock making a snarky remark about how the cafè was low paying, or the owner was cheating on his wife with a waitress.

"You uh, might be wondering why today is a red rose? Well," i could no longer hold my tears back. The warm salty water ran down my cold cheeks, from the somewhat cold weather. "I never had the guts to say this, because i knew you would never comply. And i was stupid for thinking it too. But i Y\N Y\L\N fell in love with you. You meant so much to me and, I...i," My sobs shook my diaphram, i held myself for support.

"On your...gravestone, we s-should...have wrote all the things...that ruined you. But the...things that ruined you the most...loved you too." I managed to whisper out, but everything in my body was weak and all i could do was cry into the earth beneath my that contained my only love.

I don't know how long i was crying, minutes or hours. But i just wish i could hear the heavenly voice one more time, feel his presence and warmth one more time. An angel must've heard my prayer.

"Y\N." The voice i missed so much had called.

It was so great to hear his voice again, but i knew it was only my imagination.

"For o-once you...asnwered. I'd like to hear your...v-voice more..." I coughed a couple times but continued to sob and cry.

"Y\N i'm here, turn around and see."

"I...I really...want to s-see you. So bad. But s-soon we can be together." I began to pull a knife out of my purse, i always kept in in there for two reasons; burglary and this situation. I spinned it around so the tip was at my heart, where it hurts the most.

I draw the knife backwards amd close my eyes,ready to plunge it into me. I gather up the courage and launch it forwards, but it is suddenly ripped out of my hand, the sound of the knife hitting the ground is a quiet thud, indicating it was thrown far away.

My head droops, not wanting to face the shame to whoever is behind me. I am spun around by large arms, and plopped on my knees.

That scent, its familiar, one that has been missing in my life fpr two years.

My head shot up to see the one, the only sherlock Holmes. Alive.
My heart skips several beats, every muscle in my body freezed and tensed up. My mind spins.

"I am alive, i am here. Theres no reason to kill yourself."

This must be real. I can feel his hot breath on my face, his warmth radiating off him.

I lose it and bury my face into his chest, beginning to get his shirt and coat wet from my tears. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me into a much needed hug.

"You...were...dead...i...m-missed you...so much."

"I heard you."

Your cheeks flush, all that you had said was heard.

"I have had intrest in you Y\N. You had got into my head and never gotten out. I think about you constantly, and without you in my life, it was hard to stay out of trouble." I giggled a bit because i always used to scold sherlock for getting in fights and to be more careful. "I've realized that i love you too."

Those seven heavenly words were all you needed. You backed off his shirt and went strait to his soft, pink lips.

Hallo! I hadnt post in a while because i was on a school trip to montreal. Hope you enjoyed, there was lots o feels.

-SC