Will You Remember Me?

This is a quick introduction to a Sherlock(BBC) fanfiction I am planning on writing. I have always loved the ideas of the Sherlock cast in their younger years, especially Sherlock and Irene. I shall update as soon as I can with the first actual chapter. Enjoy this little tease.

There was no need for an explanation. With one quick swipe of his glacier pooled eyes, he would know. This was goodbye. The thoughts stirred around in her pretty little head, one of which, was a mental thank you note sent up to some higher power. A note scribbled with the thankfulness of not having to explain every situation, a note cloaked in her unshed tears, all for her Sherlock Holmes. Explaining, would mean, talking. Talking wasn't an option with her throat feeling like a swollen balloon collapsing in on itself. And the spot behind her eyes stinging, screaming for a release of the buckets upon buckets of salt water tears that she so badly wanted to pour out. Pour out onto his sleek button up, stain it with her traces of makeup. Any hint to make him remember her. But that day would never come. Irene Adler would face his cool exterior with her equally cool exterior in a last silent battle that has raged on since the day the two had spotted each other across the way at the innocent age of five.

A high end part of London, perfectly urbanized with the different people with many dialects and accents. Where the outsides of the vast, posh houses looked as if they had been styled moments ago for a photo to be placed on the cover of a realestate magazine. A picture perfect home where you assumed that the perfect little family lived in harmony in. Where there's a little girl blessed to an anxious set of a gorgeous couple. (Well, you know what they say about books and covers.)