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Just One Miracle[Johnlock][2/?]Sherlock duck his head down, cold, rubbing his hands near his chest, breathing on his own hands trying to keep them warm. The snow didn't stop falling, it was like a forever cold sorrow that fell down from the dark black sky. He was unaware of John approaching the grave he was sitting at, he was sitting behind the grave.John stops in front of the grave, lifting his head up, his cheeks red from the cold and tips of his nose red. He looks at the name on the gravestone before noticing dark figure behind it. He frowns and steps forward. "Hello? Who're you?" He asked with his eyes narrowed in suspicion.Sherlock eyes widen, oh crap. He was surprised, he rubs his gloved hands together and not look at him. He pitched his voice a little. "Sitting sir, visiting sir." He said, trying to get his voice pitched enough to sound like a teenager."Don't give me that, who you are and what do you know of Sherlock?" He asked almost frustratedly."I am someone you do not want to meet and I know him since
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