100 Words: Double Drabble Day!
John knows what endings look like. A black monument. A name and a date.
Another funeral, another memorial. The name — Mary Watson — is a lie.
He sees him at the door of the church, waiting to slip out.
Sherlock, leaving the wedding early. Sherlock, on the tarmac, making a joke.
John knows what endings sound like: Something I’ve always meant to say and never have.
Following him out, John runs to close the gap between them.
Catching him, he pleads, “Don’t leave me.”
“I’m sorry, John.” Sherlock blinks, tearful. “I blame myself.”
“You didn’t kill her; she chose. Please, stay.”
“I failed you,” Sherlock says. “I misjudged the risk, and your wife is dead.”
John shakes his head. “No one could ever make Mary do anything. She chose. I never forgave her for shooting you. I think that’s why… I cheated on her.”
“It was just texting, you said.”
“Nonetheless, cheating. But… Sherlock, there’s something I need to say. My life, now. Rosie must come first.”
“Of course. Absolutely. I understand.”
“But I ask myself: would our life be better without you in it?”
“Can I — can we come home?”
Arms around John, he weeps.
Author note: Just 19 Drabbles to go! We are through the angst and on to happier days! Thank you for sticking with my drabbly efforts to tidy up canon 💕
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