Grief

Acceptance: part two.

Hey, guys. I'm sorry that I never post on a regular schedule. I'm always busy and some chapters take more time than others. My band went to Disney for four days so I wasn't writing too much before because I was nervous and focused my energy on the trip. I couldn't write while I was there either because I was super tired. I gave you guy a very long chapter so I hope that you guys enjoy. This chapter is basically John explaining the Reichenbach Fall to Mary. Enjoy!

John seemed to be getting more and more nervous the closer he got to the cafe. The closer they were to the cafe, the closer they were to his past. John parked on the edge of the street since the small sidewalk building didn't have many decent parking spots. His heart dipped as he saw the landscape ahead.He stared vacantly up at the nearby flats. HIs mind wandered to everything he and Sherlock did there. They had solved so many crimes, saved so many lives. Had. What a sad word. A word that could change a whole situation. A word that could change someone's whole life...

"John?" John shook his head like a wet dog, trying to shake back into reality. He turned back to Mary, still startled by her sudden presence. "Are you okay?" asked mary in a voice of controlled worry. John looked down to see that he had been blocking the door. "Yes." lied John with a clear of his throat, "Go ahead in. I'll be there in a moment." Mary hesitated but not for long. Realizing that John wasn't going to move, she went into the cafe, leaving John alone.

John's eyes watered as his heart pounded harder and faster in his chest. It took all the strength he had not to run. Why didn't he run away? John was reminded of the reason he came in the first place.

No. thought John, I am not going to live like this anymore. I am done with hiding from my feelings. I'm tired of trying to run from my past. I have a new life now. There is a beautiful girl inside that cafe that wants me. If I'm not going to do it for myself, I'll do it for her. I need to move on. I need to start a new section of my life.

The expanse of Speedy's Sandwich Bar and Cafe was calm and respectful. Even at lunch hour, the interior of the room felt empty. There were only a few only sparse tables of guests murmuring about mundane topics. John looked around for Mary. He finally found her sitting in a small booth by the window. It was the same place where Sherlock and he had dinner while on their first case together. How ironic.

"Is this okay?" asked Mary. John Realized that he had been staring vacantly out the window. He shook his head before responding with a simple. "Fine, yeah." He sat in the seat across from Mary and ordered his food. "So." Mary said, breaking the silence, "What did you want to tell me." John slowly started his story. He struggled to hold back tears as he described the man he had went through so much with. After a while, he got into a rhythm and was throwing out new stories like an old story teller. By the time John was on the part of the fall, Mary was sitting at the edge of her seat, excited to hear what was next.

"What?" asked Mary, like a child waiting for their father to finish a bedtime story, "What happens next? I mean, assassins, almost being arrested, John, if I didn't know you, I'd think you were bluffing."

John went on in his story. He talked about how Moriarty was pretending to be Richard Brook. He talked about the struggle to separate the truth from the lies. Except, John never doubted Sherlock.

"Really?" asked Mary, "You never thought that Moriarty was a fake? You never thought for a second that maybe Sherlock Holmes was just crazy?"