John Merrick gets to the London Hospital, thinking he'll finally have his deserved respite. Little does he know how wrong he is...
This is a fanfic based on the Lynch's movie. It's also romantic, like most of my stories. It's based on John Legend "A...
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In the end, John didn't agree to leave London without saying his good-byes, even though Saoirse had the strangest notion that running away to elope was so romantic. But of course she didn't want to elope. She was just pretending to be some novel character. Which was curious, since she wasn't much of a reader. But John considered that a promising beginning. When she was ready, he could start suggesting her a few books. He knew first hand the disaster it was when people didn't care about a novel he liked. He only put up with Saoirse not caring much for reading because he truly loved her. He knew it wouldn't be too easy to find common subjects to talk about, but there certainly were other things one could do after getting married, like how snuggled up they stayed that day, after the play. It was less than a month ago... But he would never forget how smooth and soft Saoirse was, how good she smelled... After that, he decided to wait for the wedding to touch her like that again, because that's what was the right thing to do, no matter how furious she got. That, and the fact he somehow knew he couldn't trust himself around her like that. Only after the wedding.
Saoirse's granny was a nice person. Except with him, of course. But Saoirse seemed to always be complimenting him to the ginger old lady to win her favor, in a language he didn't understand. Yet. He had caught that, somehow, his worst fault was to be 'English'. He had been present at Saoirse and her granny's emotional reunion, though. Saoirse had worried about it for naught. She couldn't have been more loved and more forgiven.
The important thing was that all his friends and people he loved went through the trouble of going to Ireland to pay homage to the couple. Even Nora, who was somehow the bridesmaid. She didn't seem to mind, but John was a little embarrassed with the way she looked at him. Saoirse didn't have the best ideas sometimes...
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After the Red dressed that magnificent emerald dress, as fluid as the sea (that she herself sewed), someone knocked on the door.
"It's better not to be you, John Merrick!" she shouted, unhappy with what she saw in the mirror. There was something missing, after all.
"Don't worry, it's me," said the doctor. "May I come in?" he asked, already entering.
"Of course!" Saoirse exclaimed, flustered.
"I won't take much of your time. I have a gift."
"A gift?" she asked, surprised.
"Yes," he said, opening a blue velvety box.
It was a diamond necklace. Or so it seemed.
"For me??" Saoirse almost screeched. "You know I can't possibly accept that!"
"Oh, you can and you will. What you've done for John is priceless. I've never seen him so happy," he affirmed to an astonished Saoirse. "Here, let me put it on."
"But, but--"
She knew it was not fair. Everything she did for John was simply because she loved him. She didn't deserve any prizes for doing what she liked. Also, it was so easy! It felt wrong and selfish of her, stealing from--
