John, it's been three years now. And I can finally go back, back to where you are. It's been so long. Will you even remember me? Will you stare at me and say my name or will you just go past me? I hope you didn't forget me. That would break my heart, even though it is practically impossible, since heart is just a muscle and it cannot be broken.
John, what should I do? Somehow, I am scared. How will you react when you will see me? Will you even want to see me? I am terrified. I heard you moved out of 221B Baker Street as soon as it was possible. Was it because you wanted to forget? Was it? Mrs. Hudson doesn't want anyone to have that apartment, if what I heard is the truth. I would like to go and check up on it, but I feel like I've got to see you first.
John, what should I do? I can see you smiling, not caring about a thing. I can see you are all right. I am happy and sad at the same time. Is that even possible? To feel these feelings. I feel so stupid. I jumped for the lifes of my friends, for yours, John. I made you feel terrible and even visit that terrible psychotherapist of yours. I created great shock and yes, I am sorry, but what else was I supposed to do? I was angry at myself these past three years, not being able to forgive myself, but now, I can see you smiling. I am relieved to see you are able to, yet I am sad, because that means you have forgotten. Do you even need me now?
There is no Sherlock Holmes in your life. No, no more Sherlock. You must be relieved. Yes, we were friends, but nothing more. You probably realized how great it is without me. You don't have to listen to my blabbing, to do what I want. Yes, you are probably fine with that. Yet, I don't want you to think that I am dead anymore. Now, when I can go back to you...
I am sorry if this will make you troubled or shocked again, but I just have to go and tell you the whole story, I feel like I have to explain everything what happened. I feel like I owe you that one miracle you asked for. Yes. Nothing more, nothing less.
I am walking towards you, but you can't see me. I can hear you laughing and that is the moment I realize, you are not alone. You have a girl right beside you. Oh, I know her - Sarah. So you are still with her. Oh, John, no. Don't tell me you are rejecting me, when you didn't even saw me. I slow down a bit, just because I am not sure. If he is on one of his 'dates' I shouldn't interrupt. But it's John! John! After free years I can see that beloved face of mine. I know I have to come as close and possible and say at least 'hi' to him.
I reached for my new phone and entered John's number. I still remember it. Just like that I wrote in text 'Come with me, back to 221B Baker St. -SH'
And as I walked I was so close, yet I didn't touch him a tiny bit, I just took a deep breath, sent the text, and as he received it, I told him: "I. Am. Not. Dead."

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