John Watson is marrying Mary Mortson. Which would be amazing if Sherlock Holmes hadn't just kissed him. And it would have been fine if he hadn't loved it.

Sorrow's my body on the waves Sorrow's a girl inside my cave I live in a city sorrow built It's in my honey, it's in my milk Don't leave my half a heart alone on the water Cover me in rag and bone sympathy Cause I don't want to get over you. I give all the writing credit to the fabulous Mad_Lori