Sherliam week - English

Mundane

He's used to wake up early. Back in London it would be more accurate to say that he was used to getting up early because of the few times he could actually fall asleep. The guilt and the weight of his sins pressed so much his chest that, sometimes, he find himself unable to breathe.

Now in the United States is something else that lies on his chest. Despite the darkness he doesn't doubt it's Sherlock, who comfortably fell asleep while hugging him. William not only feel wrapped in his arms but even protected. And that made him fell asleep with thas question on mind.

Does he really deservet it? To feel so calm, receiving the warmth and care from who he calls his True friend and keep living...

"I want to illuminate the path you walk from here now"

His words already illuminates his thoughts, moving away the mist o guilt that made him unable to see anything further the end of the Final problem. And still gives him the courage to do something which outcome is out of his control.

He leans slowly the hand that was over Sherlock's arm to his hair and star caressing it. He even plays with that rebel hair that stands in the top of his head and find himself smiling by how it defies the physic and get back to it's normal position.

Without knowing that the detective fells the same he wishes to keep seeing this scene while waking up as part of the routine of this life that he had decided to live to atone his sins.

He might do it sooner than expected. Sherlock moves a bit and now he lays plactically over William, putting all of his weight over him.