(Andrew's pov)
I missed her so badly. I can't hurt her like this, but if I go back... I can't. I craved her so badly. She was like my drug. Love, the most addicting kind. I needed to see her. Run my fingers through her hair. I'd do anything.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
I stood up, off the ground and opened the door.
Two police officers stood with straight faces one had a stack of paper.
"Good morning, sir."
"Can I help you?" I asked.
They looked at each other before looking back to me.
"Are you Andrew Scott?"
"Y-yes why?"
"Did you know this girl?" the one on the right asked extending one of his papers to me.
It was a photo of y/n I remember that day. I took that photo. She was in her wedding dress smiling, the beach behind her.
"Yea... I know her." I managed.
"Would you come with us please?"
"Why? Is she okay?" I backed up a bit.
The glanced at each other again.
"We believe we might have her body down at the morgue."
Isn't it interesting how a word, phrase or just a sentence can feel like a dagger to the heart.
I huffed out all the breath in my lung. Tears swarmed my vision.
"No!" I shouted. I slammed the door.
I started to bang my head on the wall.
The door opened again, I didn't bother.
"Sir, please calm down. We just need you to identify the body."
My heart was gone. It was made of glass. And it was dropped. My heart shattered.
There's no word for this emotion.
She's gone.
I stared slamming my head harder against the wall. Both officers pulled me off of the wall and lead me outside.
"What about her family? Can't they do this?" I asked in the back of the cop car.
"Can't find 'em." the driver said.
I sat in the back crying my eyes out. I couldn't help it. Honestly I didn't care if the cops saw. I love her.
They parked outside the morgue. We walked in and they lead me into a room. They opened one of the metal squares. Maybe it's not her. I tried to calm myself.
They pulled out a body on a tray. The body was covered by a thin white sheet.
I get the sheet between my fingers as the carefully uncovered her body.
"Y/n." I whispered.
"Is this her?" the officer asked.
"Y-yes." my voice cracked.
I looked at her face. They started to cover her again.
"Can I have a moment?" I asked.
"Of course, sir." they uncovered just her face.
I looked at her. I said I wanted to see her again. I figured I would. But I never imagined I'd see her like this.
I carefully ran my fingers through her hair, letting a tear escape my eye.
"I promise I'll find whoever did this to you." I whispered in her ear.
I kissed her forehead.
I stepped out as caught an officer by the arm.
"How'd she die?" I asked.
"Someone... they stabbed her in the back."
"Did she suffer?" I asked, tears blurring my vision.
"W-we believe they stabbed her eight times, and then she bled out." He informed.
Tears fell down my face. What monster would do this?
I looked back into the room where her body was kept. I saw a man whipping her body. I felt anger build up inside I me. He continued these actions.
"Who's that man?" I asked pointing to the whipper.
"Oh, that's our new detective, he use to be a teacher."
"What's his name?" I demanded.
"Sherlock Holmes."
From then I knew I would kill this man. For what he did to my y/n.
-insert the entire Sherlock series-
