Love is a Mystery (A JohnLock Fanfic)

-Chapter 17-

Sherlock's POV

I awoke alone on the couch, a note next to me. I rubbed my eyes, the sun coming through the drapes of the open window making me regret waking. I sat up, looking around for John. I then picked up the note, reading each word carefully, my eyes filling my salty tears by the end of the note, " Sherlock, I didn't want to wake you in fear I wouldn't be able to leave 221B without breaking down into a puddle of tears, so I left you this note. I hope you'll be able to wait for me like I did you. Goodbye for now my love. -John."

The words on the page smeared from my salty tears, the words slowly spreading down the paper. I dropped the paper, and stood quickly, pulling my duck boxers back on, and going into my room to cry in my bed alone for what I fear would be a long time.

-10 minutes later-

I got a text from Mycroft, which I almost deleted right away, but I read anyway in boredom.

"Brother dear, I'm so sorry about John. -MH" I didn't reply back, not wanting to communicate with the outside world for at least three months. My tears began staining the pillow covers and sheets, making me lay on my back so my tears would run down my face into my ears. Mycroft kept sending me texts though, so I threw my phone angrly at the wall breaking it. Its pieces lay at the corner of the room. I didn't care though.

I didn't care about anything.

Not me.

Not Mycroft.

Not Molly.

Not Mrs.Hudson.

Not James Moriarty.

Not. Anyone...

But my John...