So this is a short chapter but it has a lot of drama. I'll see if I can post tomorrow but I have to stay late after school so don't expect anything.
I made a big mistakes last night. I told Greg about... us. I'll be in touch as soon as I can but don't wait for a message from me.
Love Sherlock
Sherlock, why do you do so much rational things at the most worst of times? I won't wait.
168 hours, 3 minutes, and twenty seconds and I'm still not waiting. Seriously, I'M NOT WAITING.
Subject: NEARLY TWO DAMN WEEKS OF WAITING
Dear Sherlock, I'm sick of not waiting. Now, I'm waiting. Don't you want to write to me anymore? Or can't you? Or aren't you allowed to? Oh Sherlock, you are making me really unhappy at the moment. Please end this silence.
Yours John
Hi Sherlock. My therapist suggested that we meet up to talk to get "Closure".
In anticipation, John
Dear John, please. Just... give me more time.
Love Sherlock
Sherlock, it is now twelve days, two hours and five minutes. I just wanted you to know that I haven't lost you yet.
Love John
PS What exactly did you tell Greg, excuse me Gregory, about us? Did you tell him about the tricky parts? That you left to Paris to save my marriage? That we've met off-line? That we even had sex once?
Everything. The lot.
Are you mad, Sherlock?! Did you even tell him about the souvenir I gave you? If not, why?
No, because that was the only thing that needed to stay between us. My greatest and most wonderful secret.
Nicely put, Sherlock.
Please, be patient with me, John. In a week, exactly, I'll tell you everything.
Subject: Time's up
Tomorrow, your week will be up. So, how's everything?
Love John
Subject: Everything is over
Dear John, Gregory and I have split up. He's flying back to Paris, alone. That's everything.
So that's that. Hope you enjoy!