WARNINGS: DO NOT READ IF you haven't seen Season 2 Episode 3 of BBC Sherlock (or else spoilers) or if you do not enjoy maleXmale or the ship John/Sherlock (Johnlock) If you don't like my ships then don't be in my harbor bro.
It was a cloudy day, as cloudy as John's thoughts. The army doctor drew in a heavy breath as he stood in front of the grave. John could see his reflection in the tombstone, a thinner version of Dr. Watson than a year ago. Meals were forgotten over the course of that year now that Sherlock wasn't there. Of course the year seemed longer without him.
Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade had left hours ago, both came out with John to visit the grave today, but John had elected to stay a little longer. But the minutes turned to hours as John dwelled upon his friend's death, thinking of what he didn't say.
Flashing back to that moment, the moment that haunts him. Sherlock was standing there, on the roof, telling these lies to him. John knew they were lies, he knew Sherlock was hidin