Beauty and the Beast • Sherlolly fanfiction

XVII

Ugh it's been forever. Sorry guys, I'm not dead. I think I'm going to be publishing a personal journal/discussion book. Lol probably after I finish this book though because life is crazy right now😉
Also, this one is for FnchDrcy , thanks dude!

Molly sat across from Jim, feeling too depressed to be embarrassed or bothered that she had left him waiting for an answer.  She sipped her tea carefully, watching the ground then looking up at him every now and again.

"Are you alright?" Jim asked.

"My father died in front of me." Molly deadpanned, angrily wiping a tear away.

"A week and a half ago," he pointed out, stirring his tea as he eyed the room around him.

She glared a moment, then softened her gaze, feeling guilty. "I do owe you an explanation, don't I?"

Jim flickered his eyes up at her then back down to the ground, trying to appear innocent. "Yes."

Molly sighed. "It... it's a long story."

"I've got time." He said quietly, sipping his tea.

Truthfully Molly wanted nothing else but to be alone and mourn her father, but today something about Jim's demeanor gave her an eery off-setting feeling. It intimidated her, but she knew she had to give him an explanation. She wasn't the kind of person who would intentionally leave someone's feelings hanging out with no answer.

"Jim, I want to be straightforward with you," she looked him in the eye. She didn't notice how they darkened when he heard her tone. She reached over and held his hands in hers. "Before I left, you asked me to marry you. I told you I'd think about it, and I have."

"Molly, I know we haven't known each other very long, but I can make you happy. We can be happy together." He plastered on a smile, trying to seem warm and hopeful.

Molly shook her head, "I can't marry you."

"Why not?" He questioned, sounding like a child.

"I can't be tied down to this life, I can't stay in this town—"

"But if you let me—"

"I can't let you, it wouldn't be fair to either of us. I don't love you—"

"Don't interrupt me!" He yelled suddenly, glaring at her. She jumped and tried to jerk her hands away, but he grasped them tightly, showing no intention of letting go. She stared at him, eyes wide and hands trembling in fear. A smile cracked through his face. "It's alright dear, I said I can make you happy."

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Mycroft observed the beast who he stood behind, unaware of his presence. A few days ago Sherlock had been worried immensely.  He would glance out the window, becoming disappointed every time, he checked the post, hoping she'd written. There was nothing. He was in denial of the fact that Molly had left without the intention of returning. He kept worrying that something had happened. But it had been a few days past when she said she'd be back, and with no word from her, even Mycroft could see the sadness that his little brother tried to hide.

Even now, only Mycroft knew that Sherlock had spent a good amount of his time in Molly's room, only to be where she used to dwell. His little brother was experiencing something foreign to both of them and Mycroft knew there was only so much he could to help him.

That's why he didn't hesitate on what he was about to do next.

"Sherlock," he watched his brother turn his head and look at him and suddenly he had a flashback of when they were children.