Chap 25 Lonewolf

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[Mycroft POV]

I haven't get any letters from my beloved Albert and its killing my soul bit by bit.

Did he got in trouble as well?...

My heart races, my mind couldn't think of a possible way to settle everything at once, his basically still mad at me.

I was so mad and confused, barely step out from my office for ten days, nothing but alcohol and an empty tea pot.

After I let Moran escape from my very own reinforcement, I let myself suffer alone instead of asking anyone for help.

I deserve this, but I want to know why is this happening and what is Hercule after?

Was he after my head? Was he after the Moriarty family? Was he after the Queen of London?

What a bloodthirsty man wanting more blood and games-

My people and the other detectives rushing in and out from the office, some barely sat down and passing tossing paparrs around the room.

I can see the fault in myself, believing I could handle this case alone with my people panicking over everything.

I finally took a final deep breath, opening the door and step a foot outside to everyone.

Everyone stopped whatever their doing with the papers and files, their eyes barely blinking but speechless when they notice me.

"All of you....should stop...and go home to your families, their more important than this" I groaned.

I smelled like alcohol, shirt was stained by some of it, my hair outgrown, barely get a proper fresh cut, I even grew a beard.

"No-you should stop sir" one employee said.

Rest of them looked at each other, some filled with disappointment in me but carry on working with their last breath.

Without Albert and Louis here, everything seems so quiet,nothing was resolved.

"Get me my horse, I need to see someone, thank you" I said softly to one man.

He nobs, fleeting towards the outdoor,fetching my black horse.

I first went back to my mansion, my only home, my families legacy, that I barely go to.

Red paint against my gates, rotten egg shells were all around the floor with some of the windows broken as well.

The citizen has hated me, they finally has enough.

"The queen's favourite dog...had suffered enough..." I mumbled to myself.

My butler and maids even quit taking care of my mansion, letting the dust taken all over it.

I walked like a crooked man up each stairs towards the bathroom, cleaning myself up and shaved the shame away from me.

I held on a scissor, staring against the mirror, gently pointed it against my neck but my hands were trembling.

I think about Albert's face....

The way he would enter my office very morning, making tea for me...

That blissful moment when we kissed....

I chuckled with a frown just by remembering that moment when he stomp off my mansion during that night when I said our love must come to an end.

Oh dear Albert....

You don't know how much I love you until I let you go...was my greatest fear than keeping you tight.

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