"This phone call, it's... it's my note. That's what people do, don't they? Leave a note."
"Leave a note when?"
"No. Don't –"
"SHERLOCK!" John sits up immediately from his bed, shouting the man's name. It's been six months since his…God, he can't even say 'suicide' without getting emotionally charged. John rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands and breathes in heavily. The tightness in his chest is coming and it's getting hard to breathe. He hears Harry coming down the hallway to check up on him.
John sniffs the tears back and clears his throat. What the hell time is it now? John looks over at his alarm clock. It's 3:33 AM. What an awful hour to up at.
John hears Harry tapping on his door gently. "John? Was it the nightmare again?"
"Y-yeah…I'll be fine, Harry. Go back to sleep, s'okay."
Her footsteps leave his door and go back down the hall towards her room.
I'll be fine when Hell freezes over… John slumps back down onto his back and curls up into the fetal position. A tear betrays his composure.