the sky is blue . the sky is so goddamn blue , & john wishes that it wasn’t . wishes that thebirds would stop chirping so happily , wishing that life wouldjust stop . just for a moment . the wind whistles through his hair , but he doesn’t pay attention . his heartbeat feels like its going into overdrive , as his best friend stands on top of the hospital rooftop , right there on the edge , & john knows what’s going to happennext . he knows , & he wants to stop it . sherlock’s in his ear , trying to fill his head with all sortsof bull , but john isn’t taking it . he’s lived with sherlock foralmost two years , now , eighteenmonths to be exact , so he knows what sherlock’s trying toconvince him of can’t possibly be true . he doesn’t know what to say , because it really sounds like sherlock’s getting choked up on the otherside of the line , & john’s afraid that he’s going to spit out his darkest secrets insherlock’s last moments . ❝ shut up , sherlock , alright ? just ———— shutup . it’s not true , i know it isn’t . i’ve known you for awhile now , dammit , i’ve seen you in action ———— don’t do this . ❞ yet , there’s a niggling little thought in the back of his head . what if it was all true ? what if sherlock was placed into his lifejust to provide the excitement that he needed after getting discharged , what if this was some odd show put on , what if moriarty really was ahire ———— no . he refused to believeit . sherlock holmes was a brilliantman , absolutely extraordinary , & nobody could fake that . ❝ just come down , alright ? come down , and we can sort this . please . ❞
