anonymous asked:

"John come back to bed," Sherlock told his lover one night when he found that he wasn't sleeping beside him anymore. "I will in a minute," John told him. "Is something wrong?" Sherlock questioned coming to stand next to his lover who was gazing out the window. "Tomorrow is the anniversary of the day I got shot," John told him. "We should celebrate," Sherlock replied. "Why?" John asked puzzled. "If you hadn't been shot we never would have met, I might even be dead right now." "I love you too."

*squeaks* T~T ♥