The Arrival of the Seventh Wave

by BoredWithIdeas

The continuation of 'Internet Lovers'. John is devastated that he can no longer contact Sherlock. But that doesn't stop him from trying. Despite their far distances, will they regain their love that once was? This time, can the story end with a happy ending? You have to read to find out. Based on the book 'Every Seventh Wave' By Daniel Glattauer.

11. Chapter 11

It's even shorter than the last but I want to make this story last. I fear it's coming to an end. I've been asked to update again. You know you who are. And I thought 'Fuck it. I have the next few chapters ready.' So yeah.

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That is a lot. But, surely, it can't be everything. Do you want to meet? So you can have a shoulder to cry on? I can be there for you. I want to be there for you.
All my love, John

Subject: The Point of Contact
Dear John, I'm currently sitting at a table in a cafe near my brother's house as I write this. I miss you so much. So why did I tell Gregory about us? I had to. It came to the point where I no longer had a choice. It was your point that did it, John. It's the point where you accidentally touched on our first meeting. It is preserved in time for all eternity. Months later, at our three minute encounter, just before Gregory arrived, you gave me a souvenir. Did you have any idea on what it would do to me? "Shh, Sherlock," you whispered. "Don't say anything. Don't say a word." You took my right hand, brought it up to your mouth, and kissed our point of contact. I've played the scene back millions of times, I mean, I know it by heart. So my right hand began to... avoid Gregory's body, protecting it's secret in a clenched fist. But of course, in the end, Gregory noticed. One night, he grabbed my right hand and tried to turn it into a game. I knew that I couldn't hide it from him anymore, hide us. I opened my fist and... all the secrets flowed out with it. A wave broke free, changing everything.

Dearest Sherlock, I'm so, so sorry. I want to hug you so badly right now and never let you go. You are so... amazingly sweet. But I know you don't like being called that. I need to calm myself. I'm taking the children out for a movie. See you very soon.
John
PS In fact, how about next Friday at eight-thirty PM at a table at Angelo's for two, booked under the name Watson?

Done.

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Now you guys know about the souvenir that John gave Sherlock. What did you guys think? Sorry if it's short again, I can't help it. Hope you enjoyed it!