Sherlock Imagines [ Book 1 ]

Arms

final part of the haunted

Type: Songfic (arms by Christina Perri)

Pairing: Sherlock x reader x Greg

Warnings: Self harm, suicide intention

I never thought you'd be the one to hold my heart

You sat on the bench, staring ahead. You were so, so stupid. What kind of her girl has two of her closets guy friends arguing over who gets to be with her stranded at her apartment. You looked down at you feet, the park was quiet and peaceful. "Quite bright for nightime isn't it?" Your head snapped up to find Sherlock staring back at you. "Full Moon." You answered dully. He walked around the bench and sat next to you, his hands tucked into his coat pockets. "For the record, Gavin had no idea where to look." Sherlock remarked, looking at you. "You come here to think. You liked how the light hits the water in the fountain, during the day you enjoy reading and maybe a walk. During the night you think." Sherlock's gaze never left you.

But you came and knocked me off the ground from the start

"You remembered all that?" You echoed quietly. Sherlock always seemed reluctant to come with you, hating the outside exposure. You never would of believed he actually listened to you, you stared down at your feet.

"Of course I did. I remember everything." A sly smirk tugged at his lips and you smiled and shook your head. "I thought you would of deleted it, classified it as unimportant."

"Nothing you tell me gets deleted, well except the story of when you walked in on Donovan and Anderson in her office." He shivered and you chuckled slightly. "All my life I've believed that sentiment is a chemical defect. That it was a meager distraction and that it didn't help. All it did was get people hurt for stupid reasons." The detective looked down at his hands.

You put your arms around me and I believe it's easier for you to let me go

Your heart ached at this statement, you bit back a response as the genius opened his mouth to continue. "I... I believed that until something I'll never forget happened."

"And what was that?" You asked, expecting him to bring up when he met John or another one of his few friends.

"Well, I was at Scottland yard, and I was texting John. I didn't look up and I collided with a woman. She dropped everything she was holding, letting out a variety of colorful words at me. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move. All I saw were beautiful (eye color eyes) and (hair length) (hair color) hair." He turned and looked at you. You bit your lip, smiling slightly at the memory of how you'd first met Sherlock. "The point is (your name), I didn't realize how much of a necessity you were until I had to leave you. It's always been you (your name) you're the thing that's constantly in my mind, the thing I can't live without. You've saved me in so many ways." His knee shook slightly as he spoke, he soon found himself unable to look at you.

You put your arms around me and I'm home

"Sherlock when you left it hurt me. It hurt a lot." You looked over at him, the guilt that spread across his features broke your heart. You reached over and gently took his hand in yours, finding the familiar warmth you'd missed for so long. "But I never stopped loving you." 

How many times will you let me change my mind and turn around

Sherlock looked at you with wide eyes, he reminded you of a lost child in a certain sense. He'd been thrown into a world of emotions he refused to acknowledge existed, he was still identifying what emotion was what, trying to explain his own feelings was clearly hard for him.