🍻 . 　 ⁺ 　. *John was getting married in a few days and Mary insisted that he go out with Sherlock for a case, which they do. Sherlock was jealous, but he hid it very well.

Knowing that he would live alone again, without John to bother him when he overslept or write the blog, without John to sometimes take him to bed when he slept on the couch, without John to fall asleep on the couch together and cuddle on rainy days because they were both too afraid to admit that they hated thunder... Without John by his side forever.

At first he tries to be happy, tries to stay in the "normal" way he always was. But inside there was an emptiness, a tingling that bothered him every time he looked at John's chair that would be empty for the rest of his life.

During the case, they end up stopping at a bar, and drinking until they forget their own names. Now they were in their apartment, John in his chair, facing Sherlock's chair, they were playing a game where they had to guess who they were, the person's name written on a piece of paper, stuck on each other's forehead. Sherlock got himself and John got Madonna.