Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 4He was lying in a hospital bed. A machine next to him measured his heart rate, which was going slightly faster than usual. A tube attached to his wrist was feeding him nutrients.Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 4 by crazyzukofangirl1280
And right at his bedside? Holding his hand with an expression of pure ecstasy?
“John…” Sherlock croaked.
Kind, brave, wonderful, brilliant, amazing, John in all his jumper-wearing glory.
The fact that John looked like he hadn't had a proper meal, or a good night rest; both things he nagged Sherlock to do; in a month didn't bother him,
What was important was that John was alive.
Sherlock then tried to hug John. But his limbs were like spaghetti from lack of movement. But John knew what Sherlock wanted and pulled him into an embrace. Sherlock gripped John as tightly as he could. He also shook with light sobs.
The hug didn't last long. John had raised Sherlock’s bed so he could sit up.
“You don’t remember what happened?” John asked
Sherlock, still shaken from the
Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 3Sherlock was now in front of John’s grave. He didn't need to look at the gravestone. But he knew.Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 3 by crazyzukofangirl1280
He just didn't know if you got to say goodbye. Not a grunt of acknowledgement. But a proper goodbye. One you say to someone when you might never see them again.
He was crying. He didn't know where he was, or what time was it. All he knew, was that he was crying.
He doesn't know how long it has been. Ever since Robert visited him, time didn’t have a meaning. It rushed during cases; when he was deducing. But was always painfully slow when there should have been a ‘fantastic’ or ‘amazing’ or ‘brilliant’’. When there should have been John, a second felt like an eternity.
He heard a voice.
“Sherlock, you need to wake up!”
It was so warm, inviting. Achingly familiar.
“Please Sherlock…” the Voice continued, “it’s been almost a month. Give me a sign you are somewhere in there.
Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 2“What?” Sherlock all but yelled “Why didn't he tell me?”Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 2 by crazyzukofangirl1280
“John said he did tell you. But you probably deleted it”
Sherlock’s anger at John vanished, John probably did tell him, but Sherlock deleted it. Why did he take that information as ‘useless’? Why? Why? Why?
Sherlock felt horror pierce through his veins.
“Why are you here?” Sherlock asked. “Why did John tell you to give me a message?”
Robert looked everywhere but at the Consulting Detective.
“Because…” Robert’s voice strained “because…”
Everything came to a screeching halt.
“What?” Sherlock’s voice was small. So so small.
“We got ambushed.” Robert explained, “He got shot, right in the heart, just as backup arrived. By the time we could get to him, nothing could be done.”
Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 1There was a knock at the door.Never Got to Say Goodbye - Chapter 1 by crazyzukofangirl1280
“John?” Sherlock called, as he was in the middle of an experiment.
No answer. John must have left for work. Dull.
Sherlock answered the door. It was a young man, in his mid-20’s. Army. Not high rank. A Private.
“Sherlock Holmes?” the Private asked. His tone was riddled with uncertainty.
“What do you want?” Sherlock asked, “You aren't a client. Yet you are in the army and are wishing to speak to me.”
The young man cleared his throat.
“My name in Private Robert.” He said, voice strained even though he cleared it. “I have a message for you from Captain John Watson. He made me promise I tell you when I came home.”
“What?” Sherlock asked, “When did you speak to him”
“A few weeks ago.” Robert said.
“Why can’t he just tell me?” Sherlock, for a rare moment, was confused.
Robert gave a sigh, with a small laugh.
“He said you woul
Ursroh: GoodbyeGoodbye was the hardest thing for any of them, so he refused to say it. Instead, he would tell her he would see her later. In time they would be together, they just had to wait. Patience wasnt one of her strong suits though. She wanted the answers to her problems then.Ursroh: Goodbye by paintedbluerose
A few years had passed since they last saw one another. A few years too long for either of them. He hoped things would stay the same for them, that nothing would have changed. She would still remain beautiful and he would still sweep her off her feet.
Goodbye had always been hard, but it was the hello that was worth it. But his hello never came. She wasnt there when he looked for her. He assumed it was because she didnt want to be with him. It wasnt the case though.
It was the hardest thing he ever had to say and he refused to utter the word. But one day, he had no choice but to say goodbye to the one he loved as he stood over her grave. Never to see her again.
AffairHon, can I talk with you a moment? she had asked.Affair by paintedbluerose
I nodded in agreement. It didnt seem like anything was wrong. I knew she loved me. I knew she would do anything for me.
I remember hearing that word. She didnt say it, did she? She couldnt have. She loved me. She wouldnt betray my trust like that. Not after twenty years of marriage.
Then there were the tears. Were they from me? Were they from her? Or maybe from the both of us. She betrayed me. But she couldnt do that to me. She loved me.
Sheran into the bedroom shortly after she stopped speaking, but I wasnt sure why. I heard the suitcase being dragged out from the closet. I saw her clothes being tossed around. But she wouldnt leave me. Not after so many years. Were we supposed to go on a trip somewhere? No, nothing like that. Why was she packing?
I dont remember the conversation we had. All I remember was our love. We loved each other. The word affair
Ursroh: WarWar divided the two of them. It was his duty to fight in the war, lead his fellow soldiers in battle. Hers was to stay at home and protect the ones she loved, the ones he loved as well.Ursroh: War by paintedbluerose
My love, promise me youll come back safe. She whispered the night before he left.
Of course. Ill always come back for you. He smiled as he ran his hair through her hair, drawing her closer to him. I can never forget about you.
She smiled, never wanting the moment she had with him to end. His hand traced along her bare back, sending a chill down her spine. She cupped her hand around his chin as he leaned in for a kiss. If only moments like this could last forever. If only she could be with him, without war and without her ties to her husband.
In the morning, she woke by herself with a note of his departure. He left early in the morning so as to not disturb her while she slept. She kept the note to remind her of his scent and how much she enjoyed the night s
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