Its Okay Now - Edited

John sank helplessly in his armchair, breathing in the vast emptiness of the room, 221B had become much larger and abhorrent since Sherlock's death.
Sherlock's absence silently surrounded John, he was trapped in a whirlpool of grief, a grief so strong that John could not bring himself to leave the flat, he did not eat or drink, he did not laugh, shout or even cry; alternatively he slumped, bound as an effigy...

Whilst John initiated his daily routine of zombie like strolls around the flat or making half decent cups of tea, the man who was thought to be dead was at the doorstep of his past and future. The man let himself into the hallway and began up the dust-covered steps, each step let out a frozen, hollow creak. The man's immense coat swayed at every movement until he came to a slow halt where he met the eyes of the distressed John Watson.

John's face turned into a heated rage, "get away from me, you're just pretend, just like all the other times!" John's face creased as he began to back away from the slender figure.
"I can't pretend anymore, I can't pretend anymore" John repeated "you are not Sherlock, you are in my mind." But the man ignored him, stepping closer and reaching out his pale hand towards John. "Its okay John, its okay now." The man's voice was deep and weary, John fell silent and collapsed to his knees, "It's just pretend" He cried, but the man was resilient. The man took hold of John's hand and pressed it against his beating chest and looked fiercely into his eyes.
"You have to believe its me.Its Sherlock," He whispered, taking John into his arms, "Its okay now."