Molly looked at herself in the mirror. She set her gray hair in a pony tail as she always did. Looking back at her reflection, at the wrinkles on her face, at the shiny silver ring on her right hand, a smile came on her face. Thinking about how long had it been.
She saw an overcoat on the bed behind her, and turned around to pick it up. She looked at it for a few moments then held it close to feel the familiar scent, the feeling of the hug of the coat's owner and wore it.
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Molly walked down the hall of the building she used to work in all those years ago.
Room no. 401
She opened the door of one of the rooms of St. Bartholomew's Hospital, and saw a weak, thin figure with gray curls in a hospital gown lying on the bed, with a blanket covering him. She moved further to stand beside the head of the bed.
"Sherlock."
On hearing the familiar sweet and soothing voice of the woman he chose to spend his life with, all those years ago, Sherlock opened his eyes and saw Molly hovering over him with the smile that had stole his heart. He smiled back at her.
Molly sat on the edge of the bed, adjusting Sherlock's black over coat which she was still wearing and looked at her Sherlock who was still smiling at her. Then she gently started stroking his curls.
"How are you?" She asked.
"I'm fine."
"You always say that."
The room fell silent, the only sound was that of the heart monitor connected to Sherlock.
Beep Beep Beep
Molly shifted Sherlock a little so that she could lay down with him, snuggling with him, Sherlock turned on his side a little, and his still bright blue eyes locked with her deep brown ones, as he held her hand. They continued starting at each other, without saying a word.
Slowly, his eyes closed, her's closed too. His breathing stopped, her's stopped too. Finally, his heart stopped beating, her's stopped too.
Beep--
The End.
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