Sherlock's Great Confession

by Placenta

Sherlock has been waiting for the right time to tell John how he really feels, and today is that day. But will John react as Sherlock expected? One shot. Reviews greatly appreciated

"Jawn, I have a confession to make," Sherlock said, his eyes going glassy all of a sudden.

"What is it, Sherlock-desu?!" John cried with such anguish; he has never seen Sherlock in such distress. Sherlock turned away from his boyfriend dramatically and then flipped his head around, making his voluptuous curls bounce like a belly-dancer.

"I'm..." he started to choke up, "I'm...

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… the real."

John's eyes widened so that he looked like he had jumped straight out of an emotional anime, and he flailed his arms like a fish... with arms. He uttered a soft 'No...' and close his eyes. He couldn't look Sherlock any longer. Without another word, he turned away, a tear in his eye, and gave one final, meaningful look to his lover for dramatic effect. He walked away briskly, leaving Sherlock alone with his thoughts. Sherlock's eyes watered and he raised his balled fists to the ceiling.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he yelled as he realised that he and his darling John's love was no more...