To: Sherlock Holmes
Subject: Unbelievable
- I met a woman. She's fantastic. And unbelievably patient. Her name's Mary.
- Sherlock, I think I'm in love (real love) for the first time since I met you.
It's been several months since John sent his last text, to Sherlock, that was. He has been busy. He's been... living a normal, everyday life. It was awkward at first. Now it's almost... he's almost back to normal.
Almost. Because he will never, ever be normal again, but that's okay.
He met her, Mary, at, of all places, Angelos. How stupid and ironic and maybe just a bit... coincidental. Sherlock probably would have rolled his eyes at the sheer placidity of it.
As true as his text to Sherlock when John realized that he was falling in love, Mary was a fantastic, patient, loving person. She didn't push John. She didn't even scratch the surface of the bad memories, just let John figure out his triggers and then helped him from there. It was... nice. Nice to not have someone pushing at him. Or looking at him with that look.
He is so... pathetically... smitten with her. He presents her with flowers on their three-month anniversary, and she is the first person to make him blush in ages. It's a strange feeling. That little feeling that he's getting just a bit better. That he's recovering a little bit from Sherlock's death.
Just a little bit.
To: John Watson
Subject: (No subject)
- Failure to deliver message.
Thus begins a plot. It's pretty obvious what the plot is here. xD The upcoming texts will be (mildly) interrelated. Plus, this story is reaching it's ending. Well, soon, soon. Just wait and see. ;D
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