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I'm sorry
TW/CW: Literally all a reference to The Fall, I think there's swearing at one point, just overall depression
Genre: Angst (no happy end omg)
Ship: None?
Based on this prompt (number 1 obv) ^^^
Enjoy, I think?
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Sherlock POV

"Did we mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?"
The rage was evident in John's eyes, it was practically radiating off of him. I swallowed; after two whole years, I knew there'd be some explaining to do. However... I had rather hoped he'd be happy to see me back.

"John, I-"

"I'm not finished." John snarled, his gaze venomous, "What about Lestrade? Huh? Or Molly? Your own fucking BROTHER? Did you genuinely think of anyone but yourself before deciding to do what you did? Did you not consider that it may hurt anyone who had any semblance of feeling towards you?"

I felt my heart shatter a bit as I heard that. Of course I had considered them. I needed to tell him, to let him know that it was those people I had jumped for. But, most importantly, I had done it for him.
My heart was screaming at me from wherever it was hiding in my chest. I needed to make him see.

"John, please listen to me, I did it-"

"STOP, Sherlock." John shouted, his fists now clenched by his sides. He looked just about ready to swing at me and, to be fair, I couldn't really blame him. But I thought he'd at least want to know what happened before he tried to land a hit. Thankfully, it was just us two on that side of the restaurant, otherwise I'm positive we'd be kicked out with nothing else said as soon as he started raising his voice. I mean, I was sure we were going to get kicked out anyway, it's just that no one had bothered to complain yet. A small part of me felt like it was because they were invested in whatever the hell this argument was about.
John's eyes glinted in the reflection of the golden light from the table lamps and I felt my throat run dry.

"You never cared. I knew that already. I always knew that. But I never thought you'd stoop this low. This has crossed a line, Sherlock. You really don't know what you've done to everyone, do you?" I opened my mouth to speak, but John narrowed his eyes and I clamped my mouth shut again.

"Don't you dare say another word. You wanna know what happened because of you? Greg went back to smoking. Molly's barely been at work she's so distraught. Mycroft started fucking knitting as a hobby and for CHRIST'S sake you don't know how many times I've opened the drawer in our desk because of you! And for what? For you to COME BACK LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED?!"

I halted, momentarily stunned. The desk drawer; the one where John kept his gun. He'd- he was going to...

"John... I..." This time he actually waited for me to speak and I cursed myself for not knowing what to say. There was a moment of tense silence, even the other patrons had gone a bit quiet.

Then John scoffed, apparently offended by my inarticulacy.

"That's it. I'm not doing this anymore."

I tilted my head in confusion, not realising what he meant. Just as I was about to ask, he turned around, refusing to look me in the eyes. He abruptly grabbed his jacket and wallet, slamming a ten pound note on the table. I watched in devastated shock as he began to walk away, not leaving me with so much as a second glance.

"John, wait-" He blatantly ignored me and continued walking like I wasn't even there. For once, I didn't know what to do. If I followed him he'd probably lash out at me, but I couldn't just stay while he left me? I felt utterly torn as I watched him walk away, leaving me standing alone in the restaurant, still holding a menu board and wearing stupid fake glasses.

He didn't even let me explain.

I had done it for him.

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Ouch sorry
Approx 675 words (Jesus Christ this was really short, sorry about that lads)

JUST SO EVERYONES AWARE
I've written a part two to this, it's the same dialogue but it's from John's point of view. If you want it uploaded, let me know. It was real fun to write and I think you'd enjoy it if you liked this chapter!
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