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St. Barts. It's all dark and cold.
“Goodbye John”. You said.
“No. No.” I whispered with my phone near my ear.
You jumped. Without any hesitation.
“SHERLOCK!!” I screamed.
And then...I woke up. Another nightmare.
It has been like this for the past few days. It already passed one month since the day Sherlock jumped from that rooftop.
I didn't believe in any of his last words. There has to be Moriarty's hands on it. I would visit Mrs. Hudson from time to time even though it was hard for me going back to that place. The place where he lived.
Every time I went there, my memories would come back to me in a rush. Every corner of that room, every whole on the wall. Everything looked the same. The only thing missing was him.
If I close my eyes i would hear his voice calling my name, I would hear his footsteps in the room walking in circles when he was thinking in something interesting….
Sometimes I remember Irene’s word. I think she was right after all. I was jealous that time.
She got to make Sherlock feel like a human. I was jealous because it wasn't me who did it.
I was hurt, my heart would ache every time I looked at him. Even though I deny it so much… I was in love with Sherlock. I don’t know when it started but it did.
God. I miss him.
If I could see him once more…Just once…So I could tell him how I really feel. To touch him…Kiss him… But I guess that asking him to show up just once isn't enough. I would want him by my side forever or as long as we could live.
I just want him back.
“Please Sherlock…One more miracle.”I sighed.”For me? Please.”
I won’t regret asking that. Because I really want you back Sherlock. I’m not asking for any miracle. I’m asking you. Cause…
My miracle is you Sherlock.