Sherlock Imagines

Till Death Do Us Part

Aurora copes with Sherlock's Suicide

  Sherlock falling. That's all Aurora could see when  she closed her eyes these days. Ever since she watched the love of her life jump to his death, she could never sleep properly. She'd wake up screaming out to him to stop, to not jump off that ledge. She'd replay his body smacking the ground, the sickening thud and splat as his head is crushed against the sidewalk. Mrs.Hudson didn't know how to help the poor woman. She'd often hear crying from the flat above.

  Her and Watson were at a loss. They couldn't get her to eat or leave the flat. Watson tried to help her but it was as if she was lost. She always had a distant look in her eyes. Her hair hung limp and lifeless around her face, the normal luscious curls were no longer present. Instead, her hair hung straight to her waist. She had grown thin and a few of her ribs peeked out through her skin.

  She didn't want to be depressed, she didn't want to be in constant mourning but she had lost her heart. She had lost the other half of her soul. She tried to become happy, she tried counseling but in the end nothing worked. On her rare good days, she would sit in Sherlock's chair wrapped in his blue robe, clutching his precious violin. She would play it but the music was too haunting for her at the time.

  The only thing she did was made sure that the house was clean. She kept everything where it was. She cleaned out some of Sherlock's 'experiments' before they could start smelling. Each day passed in almost the same fashion. She'd get up, eat some toast and drink a small glass of water and then sit in Sherlock's chair, lost to memories. Occasionally she would change things up and have a shower or tidy up.

  But that all changed drastically one day. Aurora sat in the chair, dead to the world around her. She didn't hear the scream from Mrs.Hudson downstairs or the rapidly moving footsteps up the stairs. She didn't even notice the tall handsome figure of the man her heart mourned. Sherlock Holmes stood in the doorway of their flat, staring at the shell of his fiancee.

  His face held a deep saddness at seeing what his love had become. "How long?", he whispered.

  "How long what, dear?", Mrs.Hudson asked in confusion.

  "How long has she been like this?"

Mrs.Hudson sent him a sad look and replied, "The day after you left. She refuses to leave, sleep, eat properly and she won't let anyone touch  anything. I fear we've lost her. She loved you so much Sherlock. Your 'suicide' destroyed her. She won't speak. She cries these soul-crushing and heart-wrenching screams and has nightmares. Please help her Sherlock.", and with that Mrs.Hudson left while tears poured from her eyes.

Sherlock's heart twisted in anguish. My love, I didn't mean to break you so. He went over to her and got on his knees in front of her. She barely even noticed him there.

"Aurora, love. It's Sherlock. I'm so sorry I hurt you. Please respond to me." And for the first time in two years her eyes cleared and she looked as though  she was actually seeing the person in front of her. When she did she closed her eyes and started screaming. "NO! GO AWAY. PLEASE JUST STOP I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!" Her voice cracked on sobs as she cried. Sherlock grasped her face gently, smoothing his thumbs over her soft skin.

  "Aurora it's actually me. I'm here and I'm so so so very sorry. Look at me. I'm real. I faked my death so Moriarty would leave you all alone."

  She looked up at him as if seeing him for the first time. Her eyes shined bright with love and then darkened in anger and pain right as her eyes closed and she fainted in Sherlock's arms.

"Mrs.Hudson! Call an ambulance. Aurora has fainted and  she needs medical attention immediately!", he yelled. He then pulled out his phone and called John. "I know I am  the last person you want to hear from but Aurora is going to the hospital and I need you John. She needs you John.", Sherlock practically begged John which is why  he agreed to meet him at the hospital.