Forgotten Lover (parentlock/johnlock)

Part 3

A year and a half later

Me and Mary moved in together about 5 months later after his anniversary. I knew that this relationship was serious and now it's the day of the wedding, our wedding. I'd engaged at a restaurant after I saw a waiter that looked like Sherlock. I'd had it planned it for weeks but I realised that this was the time to do it. Almost like the hallucination of him wanted me to do it. We'd invited a lot of people, including Harry, even though I knew she wasn't going to show. I invited Sherlocks mum and dad, but they haven't turned up either.

The vows were said and done, and then we were both transported to the venue just down the road by a horse and cart. The sound of the hooves was so relaxing and gave me time to think about things. When we arrived, Mary stood outside chatting to some people who had already arrived. I went inside and started to look around the venue, I noticed the three empty Holmes family seats, and in their place, I found a note that said.

"They don't show up to things that aren't real"

What? I chucked the note in the bin and laughed. What is that note supposed to mean? Then the doors opened and crowds of people flooded in, Mary following just behind, she smiled when she saw me and we embraced.

J- you look truly beautiful

M- you don't look to bad yourself mister

We kissed before a rowdy cheer started up on one of the first row of tables, Lestrade was cheering and Mrs Hudson was clapping. Molly was to the right of Greg, and Mrs Hudson to the left. Molly had brought along her new boyfriend. He was dressed an awfully lot like Sherlock, which angered me a bit considering she knew the pain I was going through not having him here. I smiled at them before making my way to the head of the table that was set up at the front of the room. Mary looked at me expectantly, she knew I wanted to make a speech about the person that was so special to me, but obviously wasn't here today. By now, she'd heard pretty much every story like Mrs Hudson and Greg, even Molly.

J- I want to make a speech. It's about a man, thats not here, obviously, you should know that my best friend, Sherlock Holmes... committed suicide. Instead of him being here making a speech about me, and obviously my new wife, I want to make a speech about him. I want to keep most things private, because it's something that we shared but...Sherlock was an asshole to most people, he never understood happiness, he liked being alone, and other things. At least thats what you would think about him on the outside. But Sherlock doesn't actually like being alone, he used to talk to a skull, that used to sit on our fireplace in our shared apartment, it now sits on mine. He was happy solving his cases, it's a weird thing, to have fun while solving a persons death, but thats what he enjoyed, being clever. My point is that, I miss him, I miss him a lot, and I wish he could be here today. The good thing is that there won't be any murders at my wedding, hopefully, because murders definitely followed him everywhere. But Sherlock Holmes was my best and worst mistake

I smiled, with tears in my eyes, raised my glass and everyone chanted "To Sherlock." Then me and Mary both made a speech about each other which made me laugh and we both made the crowd around us chuckle a few times. Overall it was a great day and I really enjoyed myself. But when it was the end of the night, and it was time for mine and Marys dance. We'd hired a classical band, and when a violin started to play, tears started to roll down my cheeks, because he should be here playing, instead of this deafening band. People were smiling because I was crying, but I wasn't crying because of Mary, even though it's so awful to say, but I was crying because of the same person that left me, all the time. I hope he's happy, making me cry at my own wedding. The note suddenly came into my mind. Was it talking about his parents not coming to things that weren't real? In that case, they didn't go to Sherlocks funeral, does that mean that was fake? The music suddenly stopped, dragging me out of my thoughts and I quickly pushed them out, Mary smiled at me, wiping my tears with her thumb, if only she knew. The party soon ended and everyone went home. I called a taxi for a lot of people because most were drunk, including Greg. Later that night, me and Mary did the usual marriage thing, if you get my gist, and thats where another story begins.