I'm standing at the alter, all my friends and family smiling, tears dotting their eyes. I look into Sherlocks multi colored eyes and I see our future. He and I growing old together, just the two of us. We say our I do's and kiss. "I love you John Watson" he whispers into my lips. The crowd claps. Mrs. Hudson wipes tears from her eyes. She leans over to Molly. "I knew they would be perfect for each other the moment John walked through the door." Even Harry is there, placed carefully away from the bar.
Everything's perfect, absolutely perfect. Nothing's perfect for me though. I wake up in a cold sweat. I bolt upright. "Sherlock" then I remember. He's dead. I feel tears rolling down my cheeks. I turn on my lamp, knowing I won't be able to sleep again. I sit at the edge of my bed and let myself cry. Would I ever get over him? My therapist says it will take time, but it's been a year. I miss him so much. I miss his curls and even in his worst moments I loved him. I never told him enough. I lie back down on my bed just staring at the ceiling. "I love you Sherlock Holmes"
A/n: it's so short!!! I'm sorry it's kind of cute. Also I have a full book I'm working on it's a Sherlock x reader x John if you have a better name please I need one
