100 Words: Double Drabble Day!
John knows what endings look like. A black monument. A name and a date.Â
Another funeral, another memorial. The name â Mary Watson â is a lie.Â
He sees him at the door of the church, waiting to slip out.Â
Sherlock, leaving the wedding early. Sherlock, on the tarmac, making a joke.
John knows what endings sound like: Something Iâve always meant to say and never have.
Following him out, John runs to close the gap between them.
Catching him, he pleads, âDonât leave me.â
âIâm sorry, John.â Sherlock blinks, tearful. âI blame myself.â
âYou didnât kill her; she chose. Please, stay.â
âI failed you,â Sherlock says. âI misjudged the risk, and your wife is dead.â
John shakes his head. âNo one could ever make Mary do anything. She chose. I never forgave her for shooting you. I think thatâs why⊠I cheated on her.â
âIt was just texting, you said.â
âNonetheless, cheating. But⊠Sherlock, thereâs something I need to say. My life, now. Rosie must come first.â
âOf course. Absolutely. I understand.â
âBut I ask myself: would our life be better without you in it?â
He canât look at John.Â
âCan I â can we come home?â
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 đ
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