There will always be endings.
The end of our life in 221B Baker Street and our consulting positions with New Scotland Yard were two of many lasts during our time together. We moved into a little cottage in the Sussex countryside after that. Sherlock took up beekeeping as a hobby, fuelled by his fascination with their nature and hierarchy. Apart from that, nothing really changed.
He continues to use those dratted patches. Three of them— just as he always had, despite my insistence that he stop. I suppose a mind such as his is in need of constant distraction. Or stimulation. But it’s hard to get stimulation nowadays.
Every now and then I notice tics, habits that have not yet faded; the way his fingers steeple underneath his chin and his eyes drift slowly shut as the gears in his mind start to turn; and the way his dark eyes still brighten just that little bit more with each deduction; or the way his chin lifts itself ever so slightly when I challenge one of his conclusions.
I notice that he misses the hype of a new case, the adrenaline pumping rooftop chases and contaminating crime scenes. Perhaps my brain has addled in its old age, but I find myself missing the thrill of a complicated murder too.
It will never be Christmas again without the serial killers, he remarks in that dry tone of his, a poor attempt at humour. I don’t find it funny, or morbid for that matter. I suppose I’ve spent too much time with him for such trivial concerns. But we both find ourselves giggling nonetheless, reminiscent of old times.
I dread the day where one of us will be left without the other.
However; those dreary thoughts do not diminish how thankful I am for the opportunity to spend what turned out to be the better part of my life with Sherlock Holmes, the man who had me captivated within minutes of our first meeting at Bart’s, whose eccentricity and unrelenting pursuit of knowledge was unrivalled by any other I have met and will ever meet.
He was the man who had earned my complete and utter respect and trust as a companion, who I loved and cared for more than any other.
There will always be endings. But I do hope that, if and when the time comes, he will think fondly of me, like I would remember him, my best friend.
This retirement!lock was for royalblueskies on tumblr. And special thanks to sherlottered for beta-ing the drabble
This was fun, but also gave me lots of feels
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