What the bloody hell was I thinking? Sherlock thought to himself as he lay in bed next to Molly. She was still asleep, curled up under the white sheet with her head lying on Sherlock’s bare chest and her arms wrapped around him. Crap, what do I do? He panicked. This was a mistake. I love John. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit. He tried to loosen Molly’s grip. I’m so sorry, Molly. Sherlock managed to escape the bed without waking her. It early in the morning, 4:00 to be exact, Molly would not wake up for several more hours.
Sherlock walked quietly down the hall to his room, where his clothes were folded neatly on the bed. He got dressed quickly, then went to the bathroom to brush his messy hair and clean his teeth. Then, he went back to Molly’s room. Sherlock dug around in the bedside table drawers, where he found a pen and note pad. He began to write.
Molly,
I don’t know how to explain what happened last night.
I am and always will be in love with John.
Please forgive me.
-SH
He placed the letter on the pillow beside her head. Sherlock took one last look at her, wanting to wake her and explain, but he did not have the courage. He turned, and walked quietly down the stairs. He took his coat from the hanger, slipping one arm in after the other, then he opened the door and walked out into the cold morning air.
I will never come back, John. You are happy now, and I will leave you with that.
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