A/N: Just finished up my Christmas list; now it's time for MORE ADVENT!FIC. Awwww yeeeeaaah.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing in this story belongs to me at all. I just use their stuff because it's awesome and fun to mess with. Please don't sue me!
He didn't want to go. He really, really didn't want to go shopping for gifts this year.
John hated shopping as it was, but this year the whole thing just seemed...pointless. He wasn't sure why; Sherlock had been dead for three years. He blamed it on the letters.
After the first two, he'd stopped leaving them on Sherlock's grave, instead keeping them safely in the shoe box in his closet where he kept his dog tags. It seemed more appropriate to store them somewhere than to leave them exposed to the elements.
Eventually he did make it out to the shops, and he found it was actually not as bad as he had anticipated. He bought Mrs. Hudson a lovely purple scarf, and Harry a t-shirt that said, simply, 'Stay Strong'.
It was when he was walking through Harrods that he saw it.
A coat. Not just any coat, mind, but the coat.
He bought it faster than he had ever bought anything in his entire life.
Sherlock,
I bought a coat today. It was yours.
No, I mean, it wasn't actually yours, but it was exactly the same, minus all the stains yours had. Unfortunately they never really did manage to get the blood out.
I don't know exactly why I bought it. I put it in your room. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be; going in there.
I didn't go in there very often when you were alive, maybe that's why it didn't bother me.
The coat looks right though. It's got a proper home now.
I wish you were here to see it.
John
A/N: THIS WILL GET HAPPY EVENTUALLY. I HOPE AT LEAST. Thank you so much for reading! Please review and...
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