Sherlock watched as his best friend lay in what used to be Sherlock's bed, crying hysterically, clutching what used to be Sherlock's pillow, kicking off what used to be Sherlock's blankets.

Sherlock couldn't bear it. He couldn't handle seeing his one and only love and best and only friend lying in his bed, sobbing because of HIM.

Sherlock never thought anyone would cry for him. He thought everyone in the world would be happy to be rid of him; that they would celebrate the fact that he was no longer around. Sherlock had never been so wrong in his life. It broke his heart to have to hide away from John, and also to hide from Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade.

The only person Sherlock could get his need for company from was off of Mycroft, but now Mycroft had begun dating DI Gregory Lestrade, and he no longer had time for Sherlock, and he hated lying to Lestrade about his brothers death.

"John," Sherlock whispered. John didn't hear him. "John!" He said a little louder. John heard this time, and halted his crying, though he still snivelled uncontrollably. It had been 3 years since Sherlock's supposed death, and every single night since that date, he had watched John Watson, his usually strong best friend, cry himself to sleep in Sherlock's bed, and even cry out in the middle of the night.

Because Sherlock didn't care for sleep, he would sit and watch John from around the door frame, and John never knew. Now Sherlock had had enough.

"John," Sherlock whispered again, as John looked up to see a silhouette of the man he never thought he'd see again.

"S-Sherlock?" John asked, sitting up in the bed.

Sherlock walked towards him. "John, a-are you ok?" Sherlock internally scolded himself for using such foolish words. He knew John was not ok, he had seen John deteriorate each and every day. John no longer ate as much as he used to, and he barely got any sleep, either.

"Am I dreaming?" John asked.

"Yes, John." Sherlock lied as he took off his shoes, scarf and coat before getting into the bed next to John.

John lay facing Sherlock, hugging his best friend tightly, inhaling his sweet, natural scent, and wished 

for the moment to never end.

"I need you so badly, Sherlock!" John cried, hugging Sherlock even closer. "I can't bear not to have you in my life. Now I'm going crazy, thinking you're really here, and every night I see your silhouette by the door, but I know I am going crazy! Please come back, Sherlock, please!"

Sherlock wrapped his arms around John, and kissed the top of his head "I'm so sorry, John. I am so, so, so very sorry. I didn't think you would care as much as you do. I am so sorry."

"Of course I care, Sherlock. I loved you ever since I first met you. I still do love you, Sherlock. I was always too afraid to say this to you, but I can now, since you are obviously a mere figment of my imagination."

Something happened to Sherlock which rarely ever happened: he began to cry. In the past 3 years he often felt an unbearable agony, but he never actually cried. "I love you too, John."

John eventually fell asleep, so Sherlock kissed him on the head again, before carefully getting out of the bed, putting on his shoes, scarf and coat, then leaving once again. He knew he'd be reunited withJohn at some stage in the near future but he would have to make some arrangements first.

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A/N So, how was that? Should I continue with it or ditch it? I'm not too sure :/ 

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