Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 52: The Cards That Fall

This gif is supposed to be you hugging Sherlock, this is quite sad because it's you and Sherlock struggling through the grief of losing Mary.

ATTENTION!!! THIS IS AFTER SHERLOCK WATCHED THE VIDEO, AND HE WATCHED IT WITH YOU. YOU KNOW WHY SHERLOCK IS TAKING THE DRUGS. Ok just had to clear that up.

Again, sad day for the fandom.

Hope you enjoy the part!

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Your POV

I sat in the familiar living room, knees tucked to my chest and head on the top of them. Sherlock inhaled a shaky breath and slowly got up from his chair, making his way over to me and my chair. He knelt down in front of me, and I lifted my gaze up to meet his grey lit eyes.

"I don't know how to make you better." He sighed, looking at the ground with a look of defeat on her face. "I... don't know how to comfort you... what can I do (Y/N)? Please, I can't see you like this. Tell me what I can do." He said, sadness breaking his normally baritone voice. I reached out my hands and lifted his face so he could see me, and I looked down at him; seeing the emotion swirl like a galaxy in his usually steely eyes.

"Just be here for me when I cry, when I'm angry, when I'm happy, when I'm not happy. Just hug me, kiss me, do whatever you want, just be here."

"Okay..." He nodded, inching towards me and grabbing my hands in his, kissing them softly and sweetly, making me hum. "Okay, I promise. I'll always be here." He moved his hands to my shoulders and cautiously wrapped his arms around me. I could feel he was hesitant, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a tight embrace. "I love you." He whispered into my ear, rubbing my back soothingly as he kissed my neck in light flutters.

"I love you too." I said as he pulled out, giving me a tight lipped smile and squeezing my shoulders reassuringly before standing up and walking over to his computer. Boxes crowded the flat; Mary's things.

"(Y/N)." He said, abruptly breaking the silence between us. "Would you do me favor?" He paused what he was doing and stared straight ahead, making eye contact with the yellow smiley face on the wall.

I got up from his chair and walked over to him; he was sitting down, so I wrapped my arms round his chest and placed my chin on the top of his head. "Of course."

"If you ever feel like 'm becoming full of myself, cocky or arrogant... can you please just say the word 'Norbury'?" I straighten up in disgust out of how her name rolled off his tongue, the very sound of her voice echoes in my head when I hear her name. "(Y/N)?"

"Yes." I nodded quickly, putting my hands on his shoulders and rubbing them gently. "Yes, of course." I didn't make him say anymore, I knew why he chose her name.

He chose her name because he would then be reminded of the woman who killed Mary; she fell victim to his personality, the arrogant one, the one who loved to show off. Her life ended... because of him. At least, that was his mindset.

"Hey, hey, hey..." I said softly as I felt something wet and warm drip on the back of my palm. I moved my hands to his face, now it was my turn to comfort him. "Look at me." I cooed, kneeling in front of his chair, mimicking his position from earlier. He turned his sad gaze towards mine, crying silent tears against my hands. This was the real Sherlock Holmes. The scared one, the vulnerable one, the one who would do anything to protect the ones he held most dear.

"This is not your fault." He scoffed and tried to turn away, but I held his face to mine and got closer and closer until we were a few inches apart. "It was Vivian's decision. Nothing you could've done could change this. It's not your fault." I dragged out the last 3 words, emphasizing them fully and making his eyes widen at my sudden seriousness. "Don't think that for a second, Sherlock. Please. Mary wouldn't want you to think this way."