Sherlock
It's been a week since i fell, John still thinks I'm dead. He went to my grave today, he looked so sad. I wish I could tell him that I wasn't dead, I wish I could run up to him and hug him it was all okay, that I was back, that I loved him. But no I can't tell him or I risk moriarty's people finding out I'm alive. Still I wish I at least got to kiss him once, just once or told him I loved him, to feel his warmth up against me. But now it's too late I can never tell him, he will never know.
John
I can hear mrs.Hudson calling me from the other room but I don't come I hardly ever leave my bed now, not since sherlock fell. I try to keep telling myself that he is still out there, that he made it away. Why would he do it? Tell me he was a fake? I don't believe it, if one thing I know is real, one thing I believe in, it is Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock
It's getting harder and harder to fight telling John. I see him at my grave everyday, leavening flowers praying that I'm alive. I wouldn't care about moriarty anymore, but i know fi i tell him it would put him in danger. Sometimes I will just sit and wonder if he ever felt the way I did. If he loved me just as much as I love him. I just wish I could deduce him like anyone else.
Sherlock
I spoke with Mycroft today. We are trying to find moriarty and find out what his plan is. I hate working with mycroft but if it can get me back to John sooner I'll try anything. Anything.