The Clouds Above Opened Up and Let It Out, a BBC!Sherlock fanfiction, written by Yours Truly

The moment John had seen Sherlock die, the rain had started. Rain, never-ending rain, pouring down on him, blurring his vision even in bright sunlight.

After the funeral, he couldn’t go back to the flat, couldn’t face what was left of his and Sherlock’s life together. He managed to spend a few nights on Mike Stamford’s sofa before renting a small flat away from central London, similar to the one he’d had before… he never finished that thought. Not anymore. He’d asked Mrs Hudson, Molly, and Lestrade to pack up his things and just leave them on his new doorstep, hardly any of it unpacked so far.

He had never set foot into 221B Baker Street again.

The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands to your door

Have been silenced forever more

The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row

It seems farther than ever before

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