BBC Sherlock Howard, Misplaced - Survive

n said to Sherlock:

"I gotta go."

"Where are you going?" Sherlock asked, casually, not seeming to take John's words seriously.

"Not sure yet. But it probably won't be a big city like Liverpool or Manchester. Mary said I could leave the box at her house first."

"You're leaving London?"

I'm leaving London.I want to leave you.

"right."

"Bon Voyage."

What he finally gave him was only four words.Didn't hold back - bon voyage.

"……thanks."

There is nothing to be reluctant to part with.

John tossed and turned all night.He will stay at Mary's house until the wedding is over, because he is no longer welcome in 221B.They're planning their married life -- as many couples do.

This is his choice and his last retreat.

John stayed up until morning.He and Mary had made an appointment at ten o'clock, and now it was nine o'clock.

Usually Sherlock would wake up around this time, or later.

There was still time to say goodbye to him.

The military doctor went to the kitchen. He had ground coffee beans a few days ago, and now he can still make a cup of coffee.

He manipulated it skillfully, and finally filled the glass to half full.

John fetched a pen and paper from the room.It's not that he didn't think Sherlock might regain his memory in the last month - if that day came, there was still a good chance he would change his mind - but he was tired.

As long as Sherlock is happy.He will fulfill him.

"Farewell, Sherlock.

Takecare.

John Watson

--take care of yourself.

John left the paper by the cup, hoping the coffee wasn't cold when he got up.

The crowd became an ocean, and the cheerful atmosphere of the dance floor was sweeping towards him. He sat alone on the high chair, which was a small boat in the ocean and his last refuge.

"I have to admit, this bar is pretty good."

"Yeah, if I'm going to get married in the future, I will definitely spend my single night here." John swung his glass, he was already slightly drunk.

"At that time, will you have me by your side?"

"Of course, Sherlock. You have to be at my wedding."

"I'm honored." The detective smiled briefly.

This time was literally John's bachelor night.

He had been drinking at the bar all night, and no one would send him home drunk this time.When he wakes up the next morning, a woman will help him sober up, not a man watching a show and dying to his hangover.

He knew Sherlock wouldn't be there.But he reserved the place for him.After three months, neither Mycroft nor Lestrade contacted him again. John knew the outcome.

He also left an opening for the consulting detective - right over the heart.But this life has never been filled, and probably never was.

"John, this is just an if, just a hypothesis - will one day, you also become an ordinary person...those, trapped by love...ordinary people."

—We're all human, Sherlock.

John paid the bill and walked out the door of the bar.The street lights remain the same, and the air is so familiar.

He raised his eyes and looked to the left—this habit should be changed.The doctor thought.

"... Ridiculous."

John smiled softly, stepped forward, and disappeared into the lonely night.

Since then, they have been strangers, and no one mentions it anymore.

The author has something to say: So it's over! !

Thank you to those who saw this, please accept my sincere thanks! !

It is really tiring to write so many words for the first time, haha.

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