My Secret Lover - (enola holmes x female reader)

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A/N: This is a ahorter chapter, with a deeper meaning (I only say that to excuse how late this update is. I hope you guys have learned not to trust me:)) No really. I think this chapter has some depth in it, that makes it fill up for the word count🤗😁
- Btw I just started school and I will also start theater and work soon so i'm gonna be real busy. I will do my best to find writing time though❣️
i love you guys~<3 thank you for reading
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-Enola pov-

"...and thank you all for showing up. It means lots." Sherlock finished as he stepped aside.

I looked around at the very few people who gathered as they stepped forward and each threw a rose down the grave. I couldn't help but feel kind of bad because there only showed 6 people of which 3 were me, Sherlock and our mother. But at the same time Mycroft wasn't really positively affective to people around him, so I suppose it makes sense.

People slowly dissolved and at a point I just stood alone, looking into the grave. My mother and Sherlock had moved ahead and were conversating beside a tree.

"I can't believe you tried to assasinate her." I whispered into the hole. "You are a horrible man. Rest in peace, brother." I clenched my jaw as I threw the rosepress Y/n made and then walked around the grave to catch up with my remaining family.

"Are you alright?" My mother asked me putting a hand on my shoulder. "Yeah" I gave her a reassuring smile. "Let's head to the carriage" Sherlock suggested and we nodded.

When we got back to the carriage Y/n was sitting in her only black dress out of pure respect, looking at us with a soft smile. "Hi you" She said as I went to sit beside her. "Mrs. Holmes, Mr. Holmes." She greeted as she gave them each a small nod. "Was it okay?" Y/n asked us with a look of worry in her eyes. "It was just fine. He will sleep well." Sherlock replied as the carriage took off.

She knew it was risky but Y/n put her hand on top of mine and gave it a squeeze. "You're very brave." She whispered to me and I couldn't hold back my blush. My mother noticed that. i could see it in the way she looked at me. I quickly removed my hand from hers and looked out on the trees we passed as we approached my house.

-Time skip-

"She must be a very dear friend of yours." My mother said looking at me with a smirk and a questioning look on her face, while walking around my bedroom looking at all the flower presses and letters Y/n has already made for me. She's very generous with her time and supplies, using them on me.

"Is it only now that you hear of her?" I asked still sitting on my bed. "I heard you had a friend you visited sometimes during the past couple of years, but I have never been aware that the two of you are so close to each other." She asked me now turning to face me.

"C-close? How? I mean... me and Y/n have some nice conversations and occasionally we drink a cup of tea, but I wouldn't call us close..." I stuttered looking down at my hands to hide my nerves.

"Have you ever shared a kiss with this woman?"

"What? A kiss? Women don't do that with each other!" I almost yelled, scared that my mum would react like Mycroft did.

My mother gently went to sit with me as she placed my hands in hers. She lifted my chin slightly and looked into my eyes with a soft smile as she spoke soothingly.

"Enola. My little flower. Whose path are you walking on? To me it seems that until now you've walked your own. Unbothered by what the world had to say about you. Why do you hesitate now? Our future is up to us. And no matter what anyone says. Your happiness is what's most important. Don't let others ruin your picture, which you're painting so beautifully. I'm proud of you dear. I always will be." A tear formed in her eye.

I felt my eyes turn watery as I straightened my back and looked at her like I always do when she tells me affirming words.

"Thank you. I love you mum."

"I love you too."