Grief

Epilogue

Hey, guys! This is it. The last chapter. To be honest, this is the first time I have ever successfully completed a story. I have never had the motivation to keep writing. Thanks to you guys, I have actually finished a fanfiction and I'm proud of it. *pops party popper* Yay! I know this sounds sappy and fake but it's true. This is the first time I have had an audience read my work and it has been a great experience for me. I owe big thanks to commenters DissapearingKangaroo and Thilbo4Ever along with my family and friends for supporting me through writing this. Enough with the sappy stuff...Let's get started!

Oh, but first, I have written a Supernatural fanfiction that follows a similar plot with the stages of grief. (Don't judge me. I don't have many ideas! :( ) It takes place in the time after Swan Song and switches point of view between Dean and Cas. It may have some Destiel at the beginning, I haven't decided yet. Anyway...If you are interested in that please check it out. 

Link:

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/415233761-don%27t-you-cry-no-more-denial-dean

Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12513295/1/Don-t-You-Cry-No-More

Archive Of Our Own: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11068755

*THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DIRECT QUOTES FROM THE EMPTY HEARSE. I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK AND ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE BBC*

2 years Later...John paced nervously across his small bedroom. He walked over to his bedside table and picked up a small box. A ring box. After weeks of stalling, John finally made up his mind. He was completely and utterly in love with Mary Morstan. 

It was time for him to prove that. 

He fiddled wth the small ring as he walked aimlessly around his house. He repeated the procedure he had spent his every waking moment preparing. 

 Mary Morstan, Will you Marry me?"

He practiced the phrase over and over until his mind got tired of the six-word phrase. He worded ad reworded it but it never sounded right.  He never thought he would be saying those words to anyone. He had given up hope of getting married a long time ago. Even his best relationships never lasted longer than a month. He always did something wrong. He always messed it up. 

He looked at the clock. It was 5:30. He had reserved dinner for six. It was time to get ready. John pulled out his nicest suit and prepared for the night ahead.

It took him about twenty minutes to prepare. His slightly used black suit was slightly wrinkled. It wasn't the best suit but he didn't have much money. It was the best he could do. The tight fabric was much harsher than the soft sweaters he was used to. He already missed the soft, knitted fabric against his skin. Tempted to change, he convinced himself that this is what Mary would want. Mary had never really seen him and a suit and he decided this would be a nice occasion.

John walked to the bathroom and checked himself in the large, metal framed mirror. He used a comb to groom his new mustache. The course brown hair refused to sit flat. Mary likes me more with a mustache thought John. It had taken him weeks to grow the hair to its full potential. He was proud of it. It was yet another sign that he had adjusted to his new life.

He combed hair gel through his hair with his hands, trying to part it perfectly before smoothing it down. After one last check in the mirror and a final spray of cologne, John decided he was ready. He checked his watch.5:45 thought John as he walked out the door, right on time.

John gnawed mindlessly on a hard mint as he got into the car. He found that it helped him to take his mind off his anxiety about the night ahead. The small black box sat in his jacket pocket, barely hidden from view.