Sherlock Imagines [ Book 1 ]

Behind these Hazel Eyes

Trigger Warning

Broken.

That's the only word that could possibly describe how his words left you.

Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me

You picked up the last few remaining tissues, how could you of been so stupid? You tossed them aimlessly towards the trash can as you looked into the the bathroom mirror. You were met with red rimmed eyes, dark circles had gathered beneath them. Your (hair color) locks flew every which way, you had exactly 20 minutes before you had to meet Sherlock.

I use to stand so tall, I use to be so strong

You opened your makeup tray gently, painting over the dark circles. You were not going to allow him to see the hell he put you through, you were not showing him any weakness. Not anymore.

Your arms around me tight
Everything felt so right

He'd told you he was sorry.

He told you he needed to talk.

He told you he needed you.

You didn't want to go, but you were not going to allow him any sort of satisfaction of knowing he hurt you. He'd left you to pick up he pieces of your heart, and you were not going to allow him to break what you'd managed to put back together.

Unbreakable like nothin could go wrong

Sherlock Holmes was not going to ruin you.

You brushed out your hair, disgusted at you what you saw in the mirror.

You knew you'd never be good enough for the detective, you couldn't blame him for not wanting you. That night was burned into your mind, replaying over and over.

***

You shook your head, breaking yourself from your daze. Maybe you'd misheard.

Now I can't breathe

"What?" It escaped as a soft broken whisper.

"I can't be in a relationship right now Y/N. I do love you, but I just can't." Sherlock adjusted his gloves as the two of you stood outside 221b, acting as if he just told you to take out the trash.

You just stared at him, waves of various emotions rushed over you. Anger, sadness, it all crashed down on you and you felt your heart shatter.

No I can't sleep

"I-I..." You couldn't form the words. You just stared at him, he was messing with you right? Seeing how the human heart responds to such a statement, that had to be it.

Sherlock made no move to confirm your theory. You felt tears prick your eyes, but you desperately tried to hold them back. Crying was weakness in front of Sherlock Holmes.

His eyes were cold and guarded.

Instead of crying, screaming at him, you nodded.

"You're right. Maybe we shouldn't Be in a relationship right now-"

"See y/n I knew you would understand." Sherlock looked momentarily relieved but it faded when you pressed a finger to his lips.