just incase Sherlock needs me ……
At first, he did it out of habit. Kept his mobile close by, waiting for Sherlock to text, asking him to show up at some absurd location or run some ridiculous errand.
Every so often, without realising it, he’d pull it out of his pocket, checking for new messages that never came.
People kept suggesting he turn it off, put it away. “Waiting for a call that’s never going to come,” they’d murmur, softly. But he still heard it.
Eventually, it became more of an act of defiance than anything. Clinging to a shred of hope that it would ring one day.
When it finally did ring, the sound was so foreign, so alien, that John didn’t recognise it at first.
Hands shaking, he fished it out of his coat. The screen was lit with a new text message.
I’m sorry, John. I’m home. -SH