Sherlock Imagines

Hallucinations? (Part 1)-Sherlock

You walked through the graveyard and up to the one you'd come to everyday. You stopped in front of the grave and just stared at it. Two months ago, your best friend, and the man you'd fallen in love with, jumped off the roof of St. Bart's hospital. You fell in love with the detective but you knew he'd never have the same feelings for you. You had never even gotten to tell him. You walked around to the other side of the stone and sat down, resting your back against it.

"I'm here again, Sherlock." You whispered letting a tear slide down your face, "Why'd you do it?" You asked as if waiting for an answer.

You knew you wouldn't get one so you just continued talking with "Sherlock".

"I miss you so much. Just letting you know, in case you didn't." You chuckled a laugh. "I never got to tell you in person, but I guess it'll be a little easier now, umm....I, I actually grew to love you, Sherlock. You always angered everyone with your deductions but you always fascinated me, which is one of the things that made me love you." You said.

You leaned your head back resting it against the gravestone, "Sherlock, I miss you so much and I just wish you'd come back." You sobbed.
You covered your face with your hands and just cried for about five minutes. "We all miss you. Please do one more miracle and don't be dead!" You pleaded.

The wind whipped at your face but you ignored it as you wiped away your tears and sniffled. You stood up and walked back to the front. You turned to leave and pulled Sherlock's coat up over your face to protect you from the cold. Yes, you wore Sherlock's coat and scarf everyday.
They kept you warm and reminded you of him. It was almost as if you were taking a piece of him with you, wherever you went. You went back to your flat and began to watch some TV.

|Two Years After The Fall|

You walked down the sidewalk in a hurry. You'd told Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock's old landlady, that you would meet her for lunch. You walked up the steps and opened the door. Mrs. Hudson smiled when she saw you and wrapped her arms around you. You came by 221B almost everyday. Mrs. Hudson led you to the table and set out the food. The two of you ate together and talked about old and new memories. Happy and some sad. When you finished eating you told the landlady you were going to go upstairs.
You stopped in front of Sherlock's flat door before bracing yourself to go in. You slowly creaked it open and walked in.
You opened it all the way and saw everything in the same place as it was the lasts time you came up here. You faced the wall where the yellow smiley face was painted and ran your fingers along the wall. You smiled remembering the memory of when Sherlock shot the wall out of boredom.
The door opened again and John Watson walked in. You smiled at him and he smiled back. It had been a long while since you had seen him. You turned back towards the fireplace. You gasped and your heart rate sped up as you saw Sherlock standing right in front of the fireplace. You backed away and looked down. You started to breathe heavier and John had obviously noticed. He put a hand on your shoulder and you looked up. Tears were falling down your face. You looked back over at the fireplace and nothing was there.

"I thought I saw him." You mumbled as John wrapped his arms around you.

You sobbed into his shoulder and he rubbed your back. John was like the big brother you never had. He was comforting and nice.

"Are you alright?" John asked looking into your eyes.

You sniffled a bit and nodded. Your hallucinations had started a little over two weeks after the fall. You wiped the tears away and sat down on the couch.

"I miss him, John. I want him to come back." You said, more tears threatening to fall.

"I know. We all do, y/n." John said rubbing your back.

You smiled and spread yourself out across the couch. John left to go get ready for his date with his soon-to-be fiancé and Mrs. Hudson went down to her flat. You just stayed there on Sherlock couch hoping you wouldn't see him standing over you as you laid there.
You shut your eyes to clear your mind of all your thoughts. You turned to your side and let sleep take over. Maybe things would be better when you woke up.