It's hard to move on, of course it is. The feeling of having someone you love and care about taken away from you in any way is heartbreaking. I know this, everyone knows this. Even though those times are hard, we move on. It takes time. It can take weeks, months, years, but we slowly move on. Maybe not fully, but we carry on with our lives. No matter what happens, when you have someone else there who loves you, who will hold you and chase your tears away, you can slowly move past your sadness. Again, you may not fully recover, the memory will always be there, but when your surrounded with love, it just makes everything that little bit easier.
It took longer than weeks. It took longer than months. It took a year and a half for Sherlock to calm down and become himself again. We were all happy to see the sullen man become his enthusiastic and crime solving self again. He smiled now, and it was finally genuine. He walked around the flat without dragging his feet and lowering his head. He speaks his knowledge like he used to. I never thought I'd say this, but I missed his unconscious insults. I missed his thoughtless comments and actions. They were what made Sherlock who he was. He wasn't the solemn man we seen crying himself to sleep every night for the past year and a half. This was who he was, and that's what I love about him. He may be an arse at times, I won't deny it, but that arse is mine. His personality I meant, not his actual arse... But that's mine too, just to say.
We found the arsonist. It was Moriarty. He planned to kill Wesley since he knew how close he and Sherlock had become. We didn't capture him, but his last words to us were 'I told you Sherlock... I'll BURN the HEART out of you!' Wesley's death was all to hurt Sherlock. Wesley was Sherlock's love, and Moriarty targeted him because he was his heart in that moment. It was awful, but it's over. Moriarty left and Sherlock is better.
So here I am now, smiling to myself. I finally have the one I love back. We all know that Wesley would be so proud of Sherlock. He lost someone so dear, but he still managed to pull himself out of his stupor. I just know that Wesley is smiling down on Sherlock. Happy that he's finally smiling. As we exchange the rings to each other, I know now that everything will be alright.
"I love you Sherlock Holmes-Watson, I know you've been through a tough time, having your heart burnt out of you. I only hope that I can repair it with myself. I know I can't replace Wesley... But I'd be honoured to have the space next to his in your heart, if you'll let me." Sherlock has tears in his eyes, one's of happiness. I hope I can keep him from ever crying a sad tear again. His arms wrap around me, encasing me before I can continue.
"You always had that place John... You've always had it" he said softly. "You've always been so important to me... When Wesley died, I didn't know what to do with myself until I seen your face. As soon as I seen you I knew I'd be able to get through it. Now here we are, six years after Wesley's passing with wedding rings and a shared surname. I can feel his presence, and it's so happy John. He only ever wanted me to be happy, and right now I'm ecstatic. I couldn't have asked for anyone else John." It's now my turn to cry. My arms found their way around his waist and a hand found its way to his unruly curls. I love this man, and the love is returned. Together, we can get through anything. Together, we can spend the rest of our days.
Applause and coos broke us out of out trance, a smile lit our lips. This was a new beginning for the both of us. We have each other, and all of our friends and family. I never thought this day would come, but I guess dreams really do come true sometimes. This dream, was my biggest.
The EndI hope this ending isn't as abrupt as it felt :{ I hope you enjoyed reading :D