The Angel's Demon {<Hiatus>}

Miss Me?

He didn't know what to do. Once he saw the face on the telly he couldn't move or think. All he could do was sit on his couch while watching the poorly animated picture of his head and listen to words that haunted him.

"Sherlock, what are we gonna do?" John asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"This can't be him. I watched him shoot himself right in front of me." Sherlock said in an irritated voice. It couldn't be him... Could it? Sherlock shook his head and got up, wanting to take a walk to ease his mind and think more, and, grabbing his jacket and signature scarf, started towards the door.

"Where are you going?" asked John, a little worried.

"Out." Sherlock said and out the door he went, walking away from his flat and flatmate, heading towards no certain destination. Sherlock found himself walking through the park a few minutes away from his flat. He walked until he found a bench and sat down and just.... Thought.

How can he be alive!?! Sherlock thought. It's probably just a group of people trying to keep Moriarty's name alive. It's probably...

Ding

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a text from this phone. Probably John. He thought and checked his phone, only to freeze and almost drop it once he reads the text.

Miss me, darling?
-JM

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