Sherlock Preferences and One-Shots

Burn-Part 2 (Sherlock)

Thanks to DoctorWho618 and sherlock_music_lover for voting for this!

I was literally working on this chapter for HOURS yesterday because I was so happy writing it and I loved writing it like more than anything else I've ever written! So I really do hope you guys love it as much as I do! And like part one, PREPARE FOR SOME SERIOUS FEELZ!

And this is the LONGEST one shot I've ever written with a word count of...

*insert drum roll here*

1988 WORDS!

And so, I guess you guys kinda want to read the one shot now, but if you are reading this, comment your favorite one shot of mine just so I know you're still with me!

And if you guys want Double Update Fridays, just tell me in the comments and we'll do this again next week!

Okay, lets go!

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*Second Person POV*

In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives...

You had decided to stay with an old friend of yours for a while.Until you got a better explanation at least. His name was Vincent and he was an old friend of yours from college and you actually didn't know his last name... huh. That was weird. But honestly, you didn't care. You didn't even think about him too often, only when you saw him.

He wasn't at your wedding, he doesn't go to any parties you do with Sherlock, only class reunions when you, and only you, were there.

But whenever you were having a meltdown because of what was going on, he did his best to comfort you and tell you that all of this would get worked out soon and you would be back with... Him...

But that didn't ease the pain at all...

It was an empty promise... Or one I didn't even want to happen.

I didn't want to waste my days living with some man that never meant the words he said, or the promises he spoke.

He wasn't worth that anymore...

You and your words obsessed with your legacy... Your sentences border on senseless, and you are paranoid in every paragraph... How they perceive you... You... You... You...

The mere promise made your heart sear with an undying rage because he left you. I'm sure he didn't hesitate to do whoever this girl was. And that wasn't even the worst part...

Being away from him for so long with all of the delicate, precious memories floating and haunting your restless mind made it hard to be motivated. It made you want to doze back into restless slumber instead of wake up. But instead you never slept. That constant reminder of him aching every fiber of your emotionally dead being 24/7.

That was the worst part...

Not the intense pain in your heart, not the boiling anger that seemed to burn in your very blood, not the aching, lost feeling that was concealed in your tears that never seemed to stop whenever you were alone...

None of that compared to the reckless pain of the memories...

And you missed them.

You wanted the memories to have good meaning again and you wanted to create new ones and you wanted to never stop making memories with him.