I couldn't control myself anymore - I felt weak. I started to feel a screen of tears forming. I started twitching, which turned into light shaking. I looked away from John's mesmerizing eyes and down to my own feet.
"John, I'm sorry. For everything."
I felt terrible, but because of John; the man who made me the happiest in all the world. The man I cared most about in all the world. The doctor who'd saved countless lives, and the man who'd saved me. I couldn't move, and I didn't want to, quite frankly.
"Sherlock, what's wrong?"
My tears choked me and I started to sob. I hadn't cried since primary school, and as I thought of the tears of my child-self, my sobbing turned to crying.
"Freak!"
"Idiot!"
"Weirdo!"
"Loser!"
I felt the warm arms of my best friend wrapped around my waist, his head lay on my chest. I was slightly taken back at first, before draping my weak arms over his shoulders and placing my chin lightly onto his head. I spoke to him through tears.
"J-John, you're not.. m-mad, are you? You don't-t... h-hate me?"
"Of course not! Why would you think that?"
"It's j-just..."
"Show-off!"
"Loner!"
"Machine!"
"...ev-veryone else s-seems to..."
The warmth escaped my chest as my companion lifted his head. I looked down into his sandy dune eyes, as I watched him purse his lips then open his mouth and ask me a question.
"Can I kiss you?"
And even though I'd already asked him to, his query still took me by surprise. My lips parted slightly. John Watson loved me too. I was the man who made him the happiest in all the world, the man who he cared most about in all the world. We were the men who loved each other the most, in all the world.
"In all the world..."
"Huh?"
"Please."
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Fanfiction"In many ways, love is a drug, an anti-depressant." John feels that the time is right to confront his feelings for his friend of six years to him - of course the great detective has already figured this out for himself, but doesn't know how to deal...
