"So? What did you think of her?" says John as he hangs up his coat.
"She's pretty," I reply, not sure what to say. I can't say anything good about the girl who stole my world. John looks at me, shocked.
"Now come on, tell the truth. Normally, you wouldn't call a girl pretty for the life of you!" I get up off the sofa and head to my room.
"I don't want to talk about this right now."
"Oh c'mon Sherl- Wait, are you jealous!?"
"I said I don't want to talk about this!" I slam my bedroom door and throw myself onto my bed. This wasn't going to be okay. This one was going to last. There's no iffy stuff about her. She's just a normal pretty girl who John just happened to stumble upon. And fall in love with. And propose to. I hold my head in my hands. The pain was unbearable. He was in love with someone else. Another girl. After one tear falls down my face, the rest start coming. I bury my head in my pillow. He was everything to me, my world, my universe. And now he's gone, and I can't get him back. I walk over to a chest of drawers across the room and open my sock draw. I search for a few minutes, and find a tiny black box containing a golden ring. I was going to do it. I was going to propose to him. But it's all over now. Looks like I really am married to my work. I chuck the box across the room, leaving it open, the ring on the floor about a foot away from it. I break down on the bed crying again. I can't even describe my feelings. Just imagine, everything, the person who changed you, the person who was there for you when you were falling apart, the only person you saw beauty in, the person who brought light to you when everything was dark, the person who made you smile and wiped away your tears. Imagine losing them, imagine them replacing you. Imagine them as good as dead. It hurts. It hurts way too much. I wonder how long I'll be able to bare it, before it takes over.
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The Game is On (A Johnlock FanFic)
FanfictionSherlock and John are just friends... aren't they?