You promised, I promised
I never knew I could be this selfish
Nights downtown, it's a new town
But I keep thinking I see your face in the crowd
But you're not here and you won't be
Cause you love me enough to let go of me
The man in the black suit felt his heart hardly beating against his chest. It was painful, a bloody sentiment that was tearing him apart. In that specific moment, he knew that his happiness was a impossible thing to reach.
It was impossible because, in that second, his lover was getting married. Under the eyes of almost one hundred people, the only man he has ever cared about was getting married. He was losing his soulmate for the hands of another — a liar, a woman who was hiding dirty secrets and making her husband an idiot.
And that shit was destroying the detective. His heart was heavy and full of pain, but he knew he couldn't be selfish. Even though all that marriage was a farce, the man he loved was happy. Was full of life, just the way the brunette always wanted.
But he couldn't be standing there, faking a happy smile and watching while his love was falling into that liar's trap. He just couldn't do that.
So, with all the strength he had left, Sherlock Holmes walked away from that party, leaving his unique lover behind.
"Please, go easy on this heart of mine", he bagged, looking to the sky and walking though the empty and cold streets of London, "Because I've seen the look in John's face that I've had lost him".
And in that night, with London as his witness, Sherlock promised to never fall in love again, because he was tired of having his soul ripped out of his body.
