Sherlock stared at Lestrade, devastated and in internal agony, refusing to believe what he has just been told. Lestrade awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry Sherlock. H-He, uh... he couldn't live without you"
Sherlock's eyes filled with tears, as he silently begged it not to be true.
"It... err... it says 'John Holmes' on the gravestone", he laughed. It sounded dead. "He loved you, Sherlock, he really did"
Sherlock shook his head in disbelief.
Lestrade walked over to a filing cabinet and pulled out an evidence bag with a piece of paper in it.
"He left you a note", he said, handing it over.
I'm sorry, Sherlock. I couldn't wait for you to come back any longer, so I'm coming to you - JW
Sherlock nodded his head once, handing the note back to Lestrade. He turned away and walked out of the room, slowly but surely making his way down the halls, receiving piteous gazes and some people offering their condolences, which he promptly ignored. He reached the door and turned back slightly, before marching on, walking all of the way to 221B Baker Street, where he climbed the stairs. He opened a draw and pulled out his gun.
"I'm coming, John. I love you", he whispered.
Outside 221B Baker Street, a single gunshot is heard, followed by a thump as a body hits the ground.
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Oneshots Part One
FanfictionDISCLAIMER: These stories were written by me 10+ years ago. I didn't know much about anything back then. Stuff is nasty, some stuff isn't safe or sane, but everything is consensual. There are trigger warnings, but unfortunately there aren't any warn...
