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Its been 2 years.
2 years since he jumped.
But hes never moved on. Its like he's still there on the ground, looking up at the hospital roof.
At him.
But John is not there anymore. Its been 2 years. Instead, hes laying on the floor of his house. Empty house. Nobody there. Except for him, and the endless amounts of antidepressants and alcohol. No food. Only when someone comes over.
Its driven him mad.
He tried his best to keep it all together the first months or so. But nothing changed. Every night it came back. So he stopped trying.
-Why'd you take the death so hard, we were never that close?
John knows hes not there. Its all in his head. But still he answers.
-You were the closest ive ever been to anyone.
Sherlock doesn't answer. Ofcourse he doesn't? Hes not there.
-Don't worry, i'll join you tomorrow.
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YOU ARE READING
How could you do this to me?
FanfictionShort alternative story to bbc Sherlock. If John never met Mary. (The aftermath of the reichenbach fall) (Please leave comments i love reading them 🫶)
