Almost Lover (a Johnlock Fanfic)

Epilouge

Sorry guys, I feel like I've failed you. I never update and I just—ugh. This is the last chapter. Hope you guys like it. And I just want to say sorry to the person who gave me the original idea for the fanfic because THIS WAS NOT WHAT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE IM SORRY.

anyways, have fun! This is the shortest chapter ever. Remember to vote and comment. See ya!

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Sherlock's funeral was a quiet affair. Only his parents, Mycroft, Molly, Irene, John, and a few other relatives were there. None of his family knew about John, and Irene and John decided that it was best kept that way. So Irene spoke in place of John.

No one cried at the funeral. John felt immensley out of place, and tried painstakingly to hold back his tears. Irene put a hand around his shoulder. Since Sherlock's death, Irene and Sherlock had become good friends.

John kept the ring Sherlock had given him at the hospital. He wore it on his finger, always. Sometimes he would get strange looks at school, but he didn't give a damn what other people thought of him.

 "...wish I knew him better..."

"...to young to die..."

"...his girlfriend spoke erlier..."

All around him, the voices of his few relatives that attended were whispering falsehoods. What if they had known the truth? Sherlock Holmes was hit by a car coming home from the jewler, about to prepose to his boyfriend.

Irene and Sherlock stayed after everyone had left. Irene looked at John. "You two want to be alone?" And John nodded, greatful for her understanding. He cleared his throat.

"Sherlock, I just—I don't know where to begin. You were the best man, the most human... human being that I've ever known. I was so alone, Sherlock and I owe you so much. We were so close to being perfect, you and I. If I had a time machine and could go re-live all this, all of us, I wouldn't. Just know this, you were always my almost lover. I wouldn't change any moment of this for anything—not for all the time in the world."

And that was the end of this chapter in John Watson's life. Everything ends eventually, and now it was time to finish the page, add a period. But it wasn't time to close the book. There was room enough for more. John lived his life, like an ordinary bloke. He found a woman, eventually. Mary was her name. She soon became Mary Watson. They had two kids. A blonde girl, and a dark-haired boy. The boy had beautiful green-blue eyes, and gorgeous curls. John named him Sherlock.