I hated being out and at work again. It was only 6 months after my bestfriend had died. Sherlock Holmes has been dead for 6 months now. I couldn't grieve anymore though, if I did I'd be moving out to the streets. I was kind of nervous, it was my first job without Sherlock being there. I hated him for not being there. I needed him. He is, was my bestfriend.
Walking into my new place of work for the first time was nerve wrecking. I knew I looked terrible and not so fit for the job, but they hired me anyways. I think it was out of sympathy, which I didn't like. I didn't want to be here, I mean it was a good job, but I hated being around people. People are what caused Sherlock to jump. I hated people. The nerves got more and more to me as I walked into the main waiting room where many people sat. I didn't like it already, but I continued to walk up to the person at the window like I had been advised too.
"Hello, I'm John Watson. I was hired and today is my first day. They addressed me to come here and told me you would tell me what to do and where to go." I said it in the most cheerful way I could, but it still sounded emotionless and monotoned. The girl at the window still continued to look down at the patient sheet she was filling out.
"Ah, yes John. Sorry I'll be with you in a moment. It's been a busy morning." As she gently spoke the last few words she looked up. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I couldn't put her beauty into words. "Oh, and I'm Mary. I'll be showing you around and helping you until you're comforable here."
"Sounds perfect to me." My voice was a lot happier now. I knew exactly why too, it was a love at first sight feeling, and I could tell she could feel something too. I knew right then and there that this woman, Mary, was going to steal my heart.

I spent all day with Mary. We were beginning to get to know each other better and better, and it turned out we had a lot in comman. That just made the love feeling better and better. Mary and I had eaten lunch together, and that's when she said it, the words I knew someone was going to end up saying today.
"I don't want to bring this up, but I have to say it. I'm so, so sorry for your loss. You're a very nice, kind, lovable man who shouldn't have gone through that. Now, I'll shutup and never talk to you again." I didn't want that, I didn't want that at all. I couldn't have it either. Ever since I saw Mary for the first time I hadn't thought of Sherlock once. That is the kind of person I need in my life. One who is able to distract me from him by just being themselves. I didn't care how weird it sounded I was going to tell her.
"No, no, no. It's fine. Really. I wouldn't like you to stop talking to me. I want you to continue to talk to me actually. Ever since the first time I saw you I haven't though about Sherlock. You are able to distract me by just being yourself, and I like who you are. So please, please don't stop talking to me." I could see the light return to her, her face brightened like the sun.
"Do you really mean that John?"
"Every last word of it. In fact, Mary, would you like to go out with me for dinner some night? Like tonight?" I was nervous she was going to say no, yet confident at the same time.
"I would be honored to go out to dinner with you John!"