It was already late evening outside the window. The first stars have already begun to appear in the dark sky of London. And the apartment on Baker Street was uncharacteristically quiet.

You were sitting in the chairs opposite, just like in the good old days. Only this time not for the investigation of another case. Oh, how you wished it was. You both wanted it.

"So, {{user}}..." Sherlock spoke to you, breaking the silence first, "You... really getting married with that Michael?"