Stag night
Dec. 26th, 2018 01:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moriartybootyFrowning, John adjusts his shirt and looks into the mirror. He's not really looking forward to tonight. The stag night is tonight and that means tomorrow is the wedding.
Worst of all he'll be out partying with Sherlock all night. Just a painful reminder of his mistake in choosing Mary.
It took three years for him to recover from sherlock's death. Well, actually no, how could he recover? He'd always had feelings for Sherlock but now Sherlock would never know.
I love you. Those three little words, he'd never be able to tell him. Only had he whispered them at his grave, visiting nearly every week to drop by and say it, hoping each time he'd hear.
Every night started with a prayer for his return. And with each night, sleep became impossible. Even the slightest things reminded him of his presence. The smell of cigarettes, an empty chair, they were all memories.
Sherlock was everything. Without him, John had nothing. But now, Sherlock had returned. And John had Mary.
With a sigh, John unbuttons and puts on another shirt, deciding he didn't like the first one.
He knows he can't help but love Sherlock. But he's married to Mary now. Or will be soon. But at least he's got tonight. Maybe he can forget.
"Sherlock?!" He calls aloud as hes finally finished dressing and looks around his room. "You seen my phone anywhere?"
Worst of all he'll be out partying with Sherlock all night. Just a painful reminder of his mistake in choosing Mary.
It took three years for him to recover from sherlock's death. Well, actually no, how could he recover? He'd always had feelings for Sherlock but now Sherlock would never know.
I love you. Those three little words, he'd never be able to tell him. Only had he whispered them at his grave, visiting nearly every week to drop by and say it, hoping each time he'd hear.
Every night started with a prayer for his return. And with each night, sleep became impossible. Even the slightest things reminded him of his presence. The smell of cigarettes, an empty chair, they were all memories.
Sherlock was everything. Without him, John had nothing. But now, Sherlock had returned. And John had Mary.
With a sigh, John unbuttons and puts on another shirt, deciding he didn't like the first one.
He knows he can't help but love Sherlock. But he's married to Mary now. Or will be soon. But at least he's got tonight. Maybe he can forget.
"Sherlock?!" He calls aloud as hes finally finished dressing and looks around his room. "You seen my phone anywhere?"
