Sherlock

After three years, Sherlock, your boyfriend, had jumped, ignoring everything, to save you, but he was dead, hitting the ground. He had jumped… It was the hardest thing to see and face in the first year, but little by little you came to terms with it… Strange deliveries always came in the form of CDs with a note saying "miss me" and a rose, but you thought it was a bad joke and threw them away. You always threw them in the trash; you had more important things to worry about. What you didn't know was that Sherlock had followed you sometimes and sent you those packages with CDs he'd recorded to make you believe he was still alive. He'd even spray-painted the wall in recurring places, but you walked right past them without noticing. They were in vain; you never realized it or you threw them away… Now you were in a restaurant trying to relax, since it had been a bad day at work. You looked at the people; the music was perfect… There was nothing to ruin it, right? What you didn't know was that Sherlock was there pretending to be a waiter, dressed identically and with a fake mustache, ready to surprise you with his plan and tell you that he was alive and had spent his time serving people, especially you... You didn't care to see anyone, you didn't feel like doing anything, your bored face was noticeable, so you started using your phone to watch videos and entertain yourself, and out of nowhere the waiter (who was Sherlock, but you didn't care to see his face because you thought he was just an ordinary worker, and since there was an interesting video on your phone about science, you preferred to pay attention to that) the waiter... or rather Sherlock cleared his throat so you could hear him.