'A Sign of Three' Reimagined (Sherlock Oneshot Fanfic)

Best Man Speech Scene

"Oh...No, You didn't..." He utters, slowly.

John blushes slightly. Surprised and in disbelief - He wants to embrace Sherlock but he hesitates. Not now, Sherlock! No! Why now?! He shoves his face in his hands out of frustration - Not knowing if he should do what his head wants him to do or what his heart wants him to do. He doesn't know what's right or wrong anymore, not when he's with his denied soulmate; Sherlock Holmes. Man, he wishes Sherlock had been the one who's sharing his last name... Or maybe the other way around. Both sound quite alright to him.

John stands up. His arms automatically wrap themselves around his best man's body. Closing his eyes shut, he pulls Sherlock into the hug. John has followed his heart. It feels as if time might as well have been frozen for the both of them just for this moment. If there'd been something that's unanticipated today for Sherlock Holmes, it's this moment.

The guests clap for the heartwarmingly sweet moment shared between the two best friends, including the bride herself. Even though Sherlock does not understand what's so 'heartwarming' about this moment, his pounding heart too is telling him he wants to embrace his best friend. Soon after, John's hug was then returned. Sherlock holds him tighter and buries his face into his shoulder.

"Thank you...John" he whispers.

John's eyes tear up as he feels the warmth of Sherlock's touch enveloping his body - it feels surreal. His eyes are filled with sorrow and fury as he releases Sherlock from the embrace. He whispers to him,

"You're too late Sherlock, you're too late. I've wanted... to kiss your lips for forever now, don't you know that?!"

He bites his lips, trying to resist the urge to kiss him in front of everyone, at his wedding, with Mary. He bit it so hard that blood could be seen seeping through his injured lips.

"But... it's too late now, I'm someone else's... And I'm DONE with your bullshit!" he continues, pointing his finger at Sherlock angrily.

He tries to keep his voice down, not wanting to make a scene there but unfortunately, the frustration in his voice can still be heard by the guests who are in the front row. Sherlock feels his heart sink to his stomach. He's not the only one though. As John turned his gaze away from Sherlock to look at his bride, he too felt it.

Again, it's that feeling, isn't it? It's guilt.. and devastation.

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(That's all~ Sorry bcus it's so short!! I hope you liked it still :D)