Just One Miracle[Johnlock][1/?]Sherlock pushed his hand through his pocket, his breath fogging the cold air as snow fell down from the sky. His head tucked into the scarf and jacket trying to keep his cheeks and lips warm from the cold. The snow crunching beneath his shoes. It was dark outside, he just finished his coffee at a nearby starbuck place.
He has kept himself disguised and unnoticed for many months, wearing a hoody over his head or wearing a wig and fake scar he created on his lip, nose and eye. He lets out another shaky breath, should've gotten himself more warmer clothes on. He exhales through his nose, seeing the fine fog mist escaping into the air before it fades.
John glances through the window, pressing his hand against the cold glass wondering. He still grieved over Sherlock's 'death' and still visits his grave every week, still having faith that Sherlock still alive. He believes in Sherlock. Despite the grave that sat there in the cementary, he always doubt and not believing it's true. It was a col