:.unbelievable

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Season: three
Episode: one - the empty hearse

Part of a one shot I wrote some time ago called "goodbye." There is a small recap that is part of the story in the beginning, but you can also go back and read it again if you're getting confused :)

The person that requested a second part is: @Gabi_Florentino thank you for requesting, it makes me happy to write these for someone else and make them happy!

If you want to request something, please head over to the request chapter!

Enjoy xx

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If I would tell you that I love you.. what would you say?' He asked. His voice was shaking as he stood on the roof of the building, looking down at you and John.

Your eyes widened at those words. You never thought Sherlock would love you. Tears still streamed down your face. All you could do was look up at him.

'I don't understand,' you stated. Your voice was shaking.

'I love you, Y/N.. I always have. Please keep that in mind,' he said.

'I will sherlock, I love you too,' you spoke while a small smile appeared on your face through your tears. How could one feel happiness and sadness at the the same time in a moment like this? You had waited so long for him to confess since you were to scared to do this yourself.

'You have to move on. Please, will you do this for me?' He asked. An impossible request after what he had just told you. You had loved this man since you first met.

He was going to jump... wasn't he?

'Sherlock.. no,' you cried. 'You can't do this to me..' a bright light seemed to flash and all you saw next was Sherlock falling down from the top of the roof.
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Something wet touched your arm, bringing you back to reality. Your heart was pounding and your entire body was shaking. Another flashback had occurred.

The past months you had only been reliving what happened the day that Sherlock jumped. Ever since he told you he loved you, just minutes before he jumped, you hadn't been able to continue everyday life. Nightmares about his body hitting the floor and him laying there, lifeless. Flashbacks about how you felt at the moment you ran to him, completely helpless. Not knowing what to do.

You were awfully traumatized by all that had happened. Not only because of what you saw, but also because of the emotional aspect that was connected to his death.

Again, something wet touched your arm. You looked to your side and saw your one year old black dog sitting next to you. He looked at you with his brown twinkling eyes and wagged his tail as he saw your face. You smiled at him and scratched his head, making the dog get even more excited.

You had bought a dog a few months ago. You needed someone to fill the void that Sherlock left. Someone that could give you emotional support. John wasn't able to support you. He had gone in therapy himself, because it was to much to handle. Both of you couldn't get over your best friends death.

Your dog was named Buddy. The reason you named him this way was that he was a buddy to you that could support you through what happened. Slowly you started getting better, but you just couldn't forget about that horrible day.

"You're a good boy," you smiled, while rubbing your dogs belly. He was laying next to you on your new couch. You had changed appartements not long ago. It was a fresh start for you. Another step in forgetting about Sherlock.

There wasn't much for you to do right now. You were currently looking for a new job. You had lost your job after all that happened, because you weren't able to function properly anymore. It was sad to say goodbye to all your colleagues, but you understood the decision. You were an emotional mess, trying to deal with his death.

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