Song suggested by boredsherlockian
I've never really listened to 21 Pilots,
but after i heard this song, i may just get into their music :).

Hello
We haven't talked in quite some time

"You let me grieve? Hmm?"
Sherlock lips parted. This wasnt how it was supposed to happen. John was supposed to fall into him, and pull him in.

It wasnt supposed to be like this.

I know
I haven't been the best
Of sons

Hello
I've been traveling in
The desert of my mind
And I
Haven't found a drop
Of life

Sherlock breathed through the harsh sandy wind, the air humid and thick with heat as his lungs burned in with the feet on his skin, blisters crawling and peeling after trickled sweat that raced down Sherlocks back.

And Sherlock put another step forward.

And another.

He would pass out soon. The harsh weather was going to kill him.

He was going to collapse and get cooked alive.

I haven't found a drop
Of you

Amd it seemed that getting cooked alive was much more welcoming that having to live another day without Johns crinkling eyes, another day without seeing his mouth, or hearing his voice.

He wanted to end it all.

I haven't found a drop
Of water
Water

Every small dip. Every time Sherlock ignored the needs of water, he regretted it. He should have drinken every single water bottle when he lived at Baker St. But he was a selfish bastard.

Now look at him.

I try desperately to run through the sand
As I hold the water
In the palm of my hand
Cause it's all that I have
And it's all that I need and
The waves of the water
Mean nothing to me

Sea water spat at Sherlocks lungs, choking him as he toppled over and over again in the harsh ocean, trying desperately to crawl back to the boat.

And they laughed at his sputtering, laughed as Sherlock drowned in the salt waters of sea, and Sherlock choked out words

"John... John!"

Before his throat was caught and pushed down with disgusting water, and his lips and eyes began to burn as he was dunked furthur into the depths of the ocean, hearing the loud laughs of the beings that threw him overboard

And then a yell of his name...

Too bad he he wasnt really there.

But I try my best
And all that I can to
Hold tightly onto
What's left in my hand

And Sherlocks hand clenched on the phone, his hands still moving out towards the sky, as if to touch John, grab his hand and hold it.

And John did the same.

But no matter how
How tightly I will strain
The sand will slow me down
And the water will drain

Sherlocks eyes were blurred with tears as he saw the distant figure of John, and wish his body had accompanied his voice in his ear, instead of having stood down on the ground in which Sherlock would soon meet.

There was a thick wall keeping John and Sherlock from another, and it was killing him.

I'm just being dramatic
In fact,
I'm only at it again
As an addict with a pen
Who's addicted to the wind
As it blows me back and forth
Mindless, spineless, and pretend

They both were an addict. The thrill of the chase, the adrenaline.

But this was something so far from that.

Sherlock had always loved the games, but this time it wasnt one.

People called Sherlock heartless. Called him selfish, and a freak. Sherlock disagreed with all of them.

There was no possible way Sherlock was heartless, because John was his heart. There was no possible way Sherlock was selfish, because look at what hes doing now.

Sherlock wasnt a freak, because John said hes was amazing. Incredible. Fantastic.

Brilliant.

Of course I'll be here again
See you tomorrow
But it's the end of today
End of my ways

And Sherlock took a deep breath as he saw his soldier, his John wipe his eyes, and then straighten up, before leaving his grave.

Sherlocks eyes were still wet with tears.

He doesnt remember a day without crying.

As a walking denial
My trial was filed as a crazy
Suicidal head case

The papers said it all.

'Fraud Detective Commits Suicide'

Sherlock never really looked at the papers, but seeing his name printed on the front made his heart throb. He wondered what John would think.

But you specialize in dying
You hear me screaming
Father
And I'm lying here just crying
So wash me with your water

"John, i can explain-" "Just shut up Sherlock-because if you speak one more time i swear i will make you bleed,"

Sherlock clamped his mouth shut.

Why does it have to be this way? All he wanted was John. All he need was John.

So why couldnt he have him? Why was life so against them being one-with Mary and Moriarity-?

Why cant Sherlock just love John Watson?

Water

Hello
We haven't talked in quite some time
I know
I haven't been the best
Of sons
Hello
I've been traveling in
The desert of my mind
And I
I haven't found a drop
Of life
I haven't found a drop
Of you
I haven't found a drop
I haven't found a drop
Of water