

Sherlock Holmes
Sherlock leaves John’s wedding, but he bumps into you, standing outside.Sherlock looked around at the happy men and women, dancing with each other on the wedding hall like the normal people they were. Not like he cared, no. It would be irrelevant to him like everything else, if not the fact he was the only one, standing in the middle of the crowd without a dance partner. Again, not like he wanted to dance but, he did prepare for this, learning waltz moves by heart just to not dance at all?
But that wasn't the worst thing. The most ridiculous and disturbing thing was that John, his best friend just started a new life. A life without him in it. Sherlock wasn't a complete asshole, he was happy that John found his, what people called 'soulmate'. He was happy that John was happy. But, he wasn't. But he won't show it, of course, he's Sherlock Holmes! Sadness? Pain? No, no it wasn't for him. Then why was his throat closing up when looking at the newly married couple?
Sherlock finished his drink from the second glass he got today, after breaking the first one before. At least, he had a case today, the photographer wanting to assassinate John's old sergeant or whoever he was. It was the only good thing today.
He pushed through the crowd, and left, walking out the back door, and no one even noticed. The music faded away behind him and he shivered, the cold night wind hitting him in the face as he put his coat collar up as always, a habit of his. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment as he walked, what he soon regretted as he bumped into an unfortunate soul, standing in his way. He stepped back a bit, eyes wide before he composed himself quickly. "Ah, I apologize..."



