I missed you Sherlock

I look down  and smiled happily, more that I have in 3 years.
I look at the glowing lights and see all the life’s he could of saved.
I think about why I am up here......I think about Him.....My dear friend Sherlock.
I waited for 3 years for him to come back.
I waited in our flat, out cold old flat.
I waited to hear the load screech from his violin, the shots from his gun at the wall that never did anything to him.
I waited to feel laughter he would bring me as we joked.
I waited every day, for him t walk up stairs and to smile. To say he was sorry. To tell me it was just a plan.
I wanted to punch him, then hug him tight. I wanted to fell his tight thing body, hi curly hair and to see his icy blue eyes price mine.
I wanted to smile again, to run around solving cases and be surprised on how he he did it.
I wanted to....I wanted......I wanted Sherlock back. I miss him.
I miss everything, every single bit of our life’s.
I want to wake up from this nightmare of which I live.
I can't take the pain in heart anymore......I ant to die.
So I came up here to die.....TO jump to my death.....TO be with Sherlock again.
TO hug him, to hold him....HELL! I'd even kiss him!
I look down and smile then to sky I raise my eyes and cry.
''Sherlock....''I whispered. ''I'm coming to meet you dear friend....I can no longer live with out you in my life.....''
I slowly walk to the edge, I hear someone...call to me....I hear Sherlock...I smile as  grow closer to my death...TO my jump....
I feel so happy....I think...I can do this...But then something grabs me and pulls me back.
I feel a pair of arms, holding me....I try to pull away but then I hear his voice.
I look up and see his cold blue eyes, so filled with fear.....I smile......''Did I die?'' I asked.
Sherlock don't speak. He just crys......He holds me and I feel him shacking.....
I suddenly break out of my cold trance. I look to my shoulder and I see.....Sherlock....
Wait.....Why am I still...on the roof?
Didn't I jump.....no.........i.....i was pulled back......then I am alive but Sherlock is dead so......
I gasp and pull away. I stare at the an before me.....''Sherlock?'' I say, my voice like the wind. SO soft and quite.
He nods and looks at me like kicked puppy.
''I'm so sorry John'' he says. ''I never should of left...I am alive John.....I am here to sort this all out......I knew I had caused your great pain...but  didn't know you would go this far.
I stare again and then it hits me.....He's.....alive.....He's...not dead.....HE'S ALIVE!
''SHERLOCK!”  I yelled and hugged him. ''SHERLOCK!” I said again, my heart bursting.
He hugs me and I smile. I missed him so much.......
After a while I pulled away in angry and punched him. I told him all I felt...all that I had gone through....Why did he leave?
Why did he hurt us?
He looks at me, his eyes not looking for forgiveness but for a chance to him to explain himself.
I slowly helped him up and hugged him. ''I have missed you Sherlock Holmes''
''I missed you too John......My dear and only friend......I am back....and I shall never leave you again for as long as I live''
I smiled. I felt lighter....I felt happy.....I felt.......whole.
I missed you Sherlock.