Here's the next chapter! This one's just... Muhaha!
Dear John, Okay, there are a number of things that need an explanation. Such as, why would you want me to be interested in you physically? What good would it do? Hows your marriage? And what do you think about the circumstances that led to our "break-up"? How could you forgive me? And how can you forgive Mary? Have a nice day.
Sherlock
PS. Tell your scotch friend that I like you, with or without alcohol in my bloodstream. And you are amazing to look at.
Here are my answers to your questions, in no particualr order: Mary, well, what can I say? It no longer is the love that once was, but I still feel a love in a sense of caring for the children. Do you understand?
John, need I remind you that many of my questions remain un-answered?
Yours Sherlock
Subject: More answers
Sherlock, I got in contact with you because the man of many words slipped wordlessly out of my life. Our story was never concluded. Flight is never a good ending, only a postponement And here is where things get a little bit baffling You asked me how can I forgive Mary. I don't understand this question. What could I forgive her for? You have to explain.
Kisses John.
Dear John, I don't know how else to say it, and maybe it would be better if we meet to discuss it. Mary knows about us. Or at least she did. That's why I left and took the job in Paris.
WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT MARY KNOWS?! AND HOW DO YOU KNOW?! I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION! NOW!
Ask Mary! She has to tell you, not me! How was I suppose to know that she never told you what she did? She read our E-mails, John. All of them! And then he sent me and E-mail asking me to meet you, for one night, and then leave you in peace with her and the children. Then I left. That's it! I would have preferred to tell you all of this in person.
IS THIS SUPPOSE TO BE A JOKE?! IT'S NOT AT ALL FUNNY, SHERLOCK!
Dear John, it much to late. I have to get to work. Here I'm attaching the E-mail Mary sent me a year ago. In which she confesses to reading our E-mails and makes her request for me to meet you. A request I could not ignore.
John? Hello? Are you there?
Oh John, I've lost you now, haven't I? Oh God, I wish I could erase everything!
Love, Sherlock
Okay John, I get it. I won't write any more.
All my love, your Sherlock
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Hi Sherlock. Are you asleep?
Hello John! How are you? Please tell me!
Can I come and see you? Right now?
Are you serious? It's three o' clock in the morning.
Yes or no?
Yes! But John, can you maybe tell me what mood your in? I don't want to get punched in the face at three o' clock in the morning.
You'll find out soon enough.
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Subject: Our nadir
Dear John, I don't think you feel any better today, after that performance last night. Your grand entrance, the abandonment of your shyness, and your exhilarated demand, then your departure right afterwards. You were trying to prove something, but what? We have never been more close yet so far apart. That was our nadir. John you are not one to turn humiliation into victory like that. That isn't you. When you left so abruptly, I wanted you back. But most of all I wanted words. If you have feelings for me, at all, then you'd write back.
You're right. I don't feel any better today. I thought I would, but I don't. All I've proven is that I am capable on physically cheating on Mary and hurting her. Sherlock, you cannot imagine what you two have done to me. My wife and my internet lover made a pact behind my back and daft old John won't know a thing. I don't know what this means for me and Mary, yet Sherlock, but I do know what this means for us. There is a logical explanation that has finally caught up with me. Now it's down to me to spell it out. D. The end.
Wow! That was... Wow! I'm not going to be able to update for a bit. I want to start another story and I want to be able to manage three stories at the same time. So yeah... Until the next time. Hope you enjoy it!