To: Sherlock Holmes
Subject: (No subject)
- I'm getting married!
John sends out the frantic text when he drops into the cab, punching the letters with shaking fingers. By all rights, he probably should have told Sherlock that he was planning on proposing. But, Sherlock wouldn't read the texts and he was sure Sherlock was watching over him, anyway. So, now that Mary had said yes...
Oh, God, he was getting married! He... He was getting married. After months of what had become the darkest part in his life, he was getting married.
Miracles did happen.
John glances up to the scenery as London flies by outside the window.
You're happy for me, right, Sherlock? I know you hate all of this stuff, but you're happy now, right? Just smile down upon me on my wedding day, Sherlock, that's all I really ask.
To: John Watson
Subject: (No subject)
- Failure to deliver message.