The Fortuitous Attraction

Off We Go

"Com'mere." David welcomed me into his arms. I began to sob all over again, soaking his button up shirt collar.

"It's not fair! It's not fair for him. I can't do it I can't." I choked out. He held my head to him and started stroking my hair in pity.

"I know honey, I'm sorry."

"I upset him so much." I confessed, feeling the hurt from my heart spread through my entire being.

"He loved you Janey." my knees nearly crumbled under me. I knew he loved me, he told me, he showed it.

"I need to lay down." I said vearing around him, shaking my head as if I was trying to shake the burning thoughts of Sherlock out of my mind.

Wiping my eyes, grabbing a blanket as I stumble through his tiny flat to find the small couch he had so I could lay down. As soon as I found it I finally let my knees give and fell into the sofa.

"Jane wait!" David shouted.

"Ow!" The couch screamed.

"What the hell?" I screached and jumped two feet in terror landing hard on the ground.

The lump on the couch, slowly stirred, and sleepily stretched. I got up and yanked the blanket off of him, already knowing who it was.

"Peter!" I brought my hands to my face, half not believing what I'm seeing, half too happy to care. His eyes focused on me, and once he became more awake, his mind started to make sense of it all.

"Jane!" In one mila second he was up off the couch and folding me into one of his bear hugs.

Oh it felt like Peter. It smelt like Peter. It was almost too perfect to believe. I thought he would never hold me again. I believed I'd never share another memory with him for the rest of my life, and here he is now. I can see him, and feel him, and hug him, and hold him, and play with his scruffy blonde hair. All this  raw emotion that washed over my being, filled me to the point where tears flooded my eyes. I buried my face into his sweatshirt, never have I ever felt more at home then I did right then.

"I can't believe it." I breathed in utter shock.

"I missed you so much." He spoke into my hair, breathing me in. Once he said those words, everything started to come back to me.

I slapped him upside the head.

"Ow! Hey!" He rubbed the back of his head and glared.

"Are you an idiot? Is there this dumbass gene in your body that you never cared to tell me about?" He laughed at my outburst, clearly thinking it was cute, he opened his mouth to speak but I didn't have it.

"No don't answer that, because I already know it. God how- why would- I can't believe that- god damn it!" I facepalmed myself, internally struggling to find the right words.

"Jane-"

"It really speaks volumes about a person when they fake a suicidal attempt and leave their friends and family that loved them, to go join a drug ring-or whatever the hell they are called-in fucking London! What the hell were you thinking Peter?! You're smarter than that. Did you really think that you disappearing would make anything better?"

"Yes!" He loomed over me, cutting me off from my rant. Stopping right in front of my face so he could look me right in the eye. Allowing me to see the anger, regret, and hurt in his. My knees almost buckled under his massive amount of intensity.

"You... don't... know." His lip started quivering, I received a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Realizing I didn't know why he did it, or whether he had a decent explanation-No, no one will ever have a good enough explanation to do what he did.