To: Sherlock Holmes
Subject: Best man
- Considering that it should have been you, it's not an easy decision. But I think I'm going to ask Stamford. Maybe I should have
- asked Greg, but we've never gotten on well since that day so many months ago. We talk. But it's not the same. And Stamford was
- the person who introduced you to me, so I think it's as fitting as it can get, given the circumstances.
John asks Stamford to be his best man. John knows what he's thinking- that John would have picked Sherlock if he could have. Not that Sherlock would have accepted, perhaps, but... he would have talked him into it somehow. But, Sherlock isn't here, and so, John asks Stamford. Stamford accepts. John is infinitely grateful.
He loses himself in time, in life, and in planning. Mary and he plan to get married before the end of next year. That gives them about... a year and a half until December next year. It surprised John, when they set the date, that it had been so long since Sherlock's death. Almost a year? Had it been? Really? He realizes that he had really stopped texting Sherlock after he had met Mary.
It's a harsh reality to realize he's been a year without his best friend.
Mary questions what he's up to when he pauses outside of her flat, looking towards the clouds above. He just shakes his head, wraps his arm around her, smiles, and heads inside with her.
Life is the allusion of good during these days.
To: John Watson
Subject: (No subject)
- Failure to deliver message.