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Chapter 2 of The Meeting
Natural
"Alright, Mary." he smiled at her, and she smiled back. They ordered their food, and then there was silence. But it wasn't an awkward silence-it felt almost natural. John liked it. And more importantly, he liked her.
"So, did Ella tell you about my friend then?" John asked abruptly.
"Yes, yes she did. I'm so sorry." Mary replied, in consoling tones.
"It's been a rough couple of months," John started to ramble. Before he could help himself, he began to tell her everything. He didn't know what it was about her, but it was so easy to tell her about Sherlock. About their friendship. It still wasn't easy to talk about the fall, but it was easier to talk to her than it was to anyone he'd tried to so far.
When he was finished, their food had arrived, but Mary wasn't paying it any mind. "He sounded amazing John. I know it must be really hard. In fact...I know all too well what it's like to lose your best friend..." she trailed. She looked down at her plate and began twirling her fork uneasily into her pasta.
"Oh God, look at me," John started, aghast. "Talking all about myself and my troubles and not even bothering to let you talk at all!" He looked at her apologetically.
"No, no, it's fine John." she smiled back, and John realized it was a bittersweet smile. After all, how often had he put that same smile on display these past few months?
"Mary. What happened?" he asked, soothingly.
"Well, like I said," she began, "he was my best friend. Well, more than that. Yes, infinitely more than that..." she trailed, and it seemed to John as if her breath caught.
"He was my fiance. He was diagnosed with cancer three years ago. He had a tumor in his brain. It didn't take long for it to take it's toll." she looked sadly to John. "He died last year."
"God, I am so sorry." John whispered, and gently laid his hand on hers. She looked into his eyes, and granted him with a genuine smile. She turned her hand upward, and their fingers interlaced perfectly.
It was so natural.
