As soon as I got to my room I locked the door and let silent tears fall down my eyes. I cried and cried, because even though it was illogical, even though he had never given any signs as to wanting to be my dad, any signs of loving me, I still had a small amount of hope that he would. Stupid hope.
Through my tears I saw my 4 column bed, my makeup and hairstyling desk, my comfy chair, my big window, my full body mirror and a fresh flower vase beside the bed. On the corner there was also a rack filled with dresses, pants, shirts, blazers, shoes, ties, and belts.
I dried the tears from my eyes, scolding myself for letting my barriers fall.
I went through the clothes, putting them away in my closet (which is the same size as my room).
After I looked through all of them I noticed it was 7:00p.m., that meant that I only had half an hour to get ready for dinner, I get a simple dress, tights, and flats, and run to the bathroom to shower.
When I am done taking a shower and getting dressed I do my makeup and hair.
Andrea knocks on my door saying it was time for dinner and I follow her downstairs.
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Melt his heart and hope it works (Mycroft's Daughter Fan-fiction)
FanfictionWhen asked about Mycroft Holmes's heart people might say that he is cold hearted or has a heart made of ice, people might also say that it's made of stone, some might even say he doesn't have one. Mycroft had a wife and daughter but when his daughte...
