Overheard at the Grave of Sherlock Holmes

"Hello dear, its Mrs. Hudson. I was in the cafe today, I bought a few too many cakes because I forgot that, well... You aren't around to eat them. Its all rather funny, isn't it? I gave some to John but he's all cooped up still, I doubt he'd eat them. So I brought some to you! I know that well, you used to be very mad about it when I would bring them to you before. But I know you ate them, all the same. You were always so pushed back about things! But you were so kind to me, so I supposed I'd thank you. Things without you are just fine, we've managed to live through this first month. At least, I have. Its so peaceful, without you shooting everything up and getting in trouble every few days!... Though I do admit, I miss you, very much. So does John, I don't think he's been here in a while, right? He's just barely started to live at the apartment again. He lost his old job, but thats fine because Lestrade offered him a full position working for him, when he's ready. You know. I think he's getting better, though he certainly isn't sleeping. He misses you the most, his sister has been around trying to make him feel better... You know, I always suspected you two had something. But oh, he denied it a lot didn't he? Oh, but now I know I was right. Thats all that there is to say, I suppose. I'll see you in a week, Sherlock."

"Hello Sherlock, its been a month and a half so I thought I'd stop by... I bet you're wondering how things are without you, right? Well, they're alright, at the station. We've had a lot of cases, usually nothing we can't figure out. But some keep coming up- you know the type. The type I'd call you up for. It makes me feel very stupid, for ever doubting you. Sometimes there are just cases people can't solve. But you could, couldn't you? All of us in the police- well, needless to say we wish you were here now. We all know, you're innocent. There's still so much controversy! How's that, eh? You're dead, and people are still fussing about you... Donovan and Anderson just felt terrible, I think they blame themselves. But I think they know you didn't do any of those things you were framed for, deep down. Anderson was so upset he quit! Can you believe that? Not that I'm really bent out of shape about it, he really was annoying. Johns coming to work for me next week, he's giving it a shot. I've only seen him a few times but, god, he looks like crap really. I hear he's been to the therapist again. Well, that's all to update about for now. Goodbye, Sherlock."

"This is stupid, I'm not doing this."

"Come on, Mycroft. He's your brother, I promised John I'd make you come and talk to him."

"Eh... Fine, Mrs. Hudson. But could you please leave?... Alright, where do I begin? I suppose this is all very pointless. You can't even hear me and you're not- Well, needless to say, I haven't visited these past two months. I know Mrs. Hudson comes by every week, leaving you flowers and treats. I'm sure you'd find it completely idiotic. And Lestrade comes- oh yes I've kept my eye on everyone. Its sort of... the least I can do since you aren't here. John hasn't come here since you went, has he? No... He still blames me very much. I've sent him photos I have of you both together... I've tried to contact him a few times. He refuses to take my calls. I do feel like it's all my fault, a bit. If it wasn't for me none of this with Moriarty would have happened at all. I'm sure you'll forgive me too, one day. Mrs. Hudson? Can we leave now?"

"Yes, you can go. I'd like to speak to him though."

"Fine."

"Hello, Sherlock dear. Its officially been two months! We're all doing very well, thank you. Oh, look at all these flowers... You had quite a lot of fans, you know. Lots of people who will never believe you lied- myself included. All the people you helped... Oh, they send flowers to the apartment too. It's like we're a flower shop- can you believe it? I mostly try to hide them, I think they just make John feel worse. I'd love to think he's getting better. He's moving all of your things out this weekend before his sister leaves- Oh dear, Mycroft is leaving. I suppose I'll see you next week, Sherlock."

"Ah, hello there um... Mister Holmes. I've heard so much about you! Shame I never got to meet you really, John was very clear about that. I think he personally just wanted to keep you for himself! Ah, I've got a few hours before I'm leaving town so I thought I'd stop by. I'm Harry, by the way, Johns sister. Its been a few months, since your death. I helped John move all your stuff out, this weekend. He was very... Oddly unattached, really. He actually seemed glad to get rid of all your... body parts. You're a strange man. I insisted he move it all out, of course. I think its crucial to the healing process. Some things though... he needed to keep. Just a few, trivial things. I really hope they don't make him think too hard. His therapy doesn't seem to be helping. I feel like I should hate you, Sherlock Holmes, for doing this to my brother. Thats a thing about suicide- you never think about exactly who you hurt. Goodbye, Sherlock."

"Hello, freak. I've been thinking I should come for a long time. And now I'm here and well… I don't know what to say. I guess I should start with… well, it's been two months, a little over… I've been working very normally. You'd probably find some way to call me a bitch without really saying it, right? If you were here? Well you don't have to say anything, because I know that I'm a bitch, alright? Its just… I really thought- I thought it was your fault. I always thought you were just so… freaky. I knew it was only a little bit of time before you broke, and you commit the crimes. But I was wrong, wasn't I? I guess I didn't- I didn't see that maybe you were human. I get it now, that stupid flat-mate of yours is so depressing. You really killed yourself, huh? And nothing anyone could say… I just, I know it was my fault, okay? I'm sorry. I really am."

"Hello Sherlock. Everyone's been bugging me about coming by, so I thought I would. Not like it really matters, right? It's just a fake body and a headstone, I know you aren't dead. I'm glad you trusted me. Still, it's been three months; for all I know, you could be dead!... I got very dressed up to come see you today. I know if you were here you'd say something snide about it; "Oh Molly you stupid girl, trying so hard to look good." Where are you, Sherlock? I haven't told anyone you are alive. Things here about you are starting to calm down, I wish you'd come back. I almost can't take it anymore; everyone so sad about it. No one really talks about it. I visit John a lot; like I promised you I would. It looks like he's finally sleeping, but Mrs. Hudson told me he still hasn't come? He'll come, Sherlock. He has to. He'll always believe in you. I swear it. I'm sorry Sherlock. I'm sorry everything had to end like this."

"Itty, bitty Sherlock. What a stupid little grave, my love. You aren't dead at all, are you? You just… can't be. I know you so much better than that, out fooled by Moriarty? No, not you. I simply love the ripple effect of your death though; so many people panicking! You had so many more friends then you thought. Those people just… loved you, Holmes. As they should, I sure did."

"Mrs. Adler? We should go soon, you can't be seen."

"I know. Let me just… Sherlock, I want to thank you. You saved my life, and I think you… changed me, a bit. But I want you to know that I think I loved you- as much as you could love the idea of a person. Of course, I was a fool to think you'd ever love me back. I'm not a fool, we all see the way you looked at him. Goodbye, Sherlock. For one last time."

"Hello again Sherlock! I've brought you more cakes today- the ones from before have disappeared. I know it's not four months yet, but I come with news. John helped solve a case today! One of those really impossible ones that Lestrade has been stressing about. I've never seen him look so alive! Running about the apartment, putting everything together in his head… It reminded me so much of you! It was just lovely. He solved the case and they confessed- a real good murder case too. Lestrade was pleased, he's taking John out tonight for drinks. I hope he does okay. Mycroft says he still hasn't visited here… I hope he does soon, Sherlock. He misses you so much. Sometimes, people die and you're just… filled with so many emotions. Anger, fear, hate. He'll hate you for a while, and then he'll be sad. They do that because, after all the emotions go away, you're just empty. And sometimes it's easier to be angry and sad then to be empty. But only when you're empty, then you can move on. And only when he forgives himself, can he come here. Goodbye, Sherlock."

"Hey… Sherlock. It's been a while since I was here, huh? Four months… Shit, I'm not exactly sober right now. To be honest I was afraid to drink- afraid that if I got drunk enough I'd forget and then I'd have a drinking problem, like Harry. But I don't want to drink, I don't want to forget you, that's the truth. But now I'm a little drunk, and now I really want to tell you everything, you stupid… you stupid… Shit, I miss you so much. Its ripping me apart. And no one will leave me alone! Harry was around for months, and then Mrs. Hudson won't leave me alone. Lestrade and Molly are always checking up on me. Even Mycroft won't stop calling me but- I don't want to talk to him. I think I forgave him a long time ago. But he's still… your brother. If I see him I don't know what I'd do. And it's like if they leave me alone for two seconds I'm going to die. And hell, sometimes I feel like I might die. Sherlock, how could you leave me alone? How could you… How could you do this to me? I know maybe it felt like the only way to do anything right was to die, but, you were most important to me when you were alive. And now I can't even move on… Like, not even two years we were together. And four months we've been apart, and everything reminds me of you! I hate you, I really do. Except not really. Do you want to know something I can't say, I don't tell anyone else…? ….. I love you. I do, I always will. You were my brother and my best friend and I needyou. I know I told you to stop being dead but… if you could really do that, do it now.

I'm so stupid. You'll never be here, not again. I can't believe this, I can't believe you're dead! I solved a case today, you know? I can feel myself moving on, forgetting you. And that hurts the most. What if I forget you? I don't… I don't want to forget you…. I don't cry, Sherlock. And you make me cry. Are you happy?... The worst part is, I think I knew. I felt like something was wrong with you, since Christmas but I kept ignoring it. I didn't think you'd… God I didn't know you'd kill yourself, in front of me. Off a building, and I keep reliving it… it's the nightmares, they keep me up. I hear your voice on the other side of the phone, I keep trying to fix it and I can't because it's gone. God, Sherlock, I don't want to move on. I wanted to be your blogger forever. And then life caught up to us….. I guess that's it. I'm so sorry."