Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 58: It Is What It Is...

This is the sad part that made me literally cry so hard, and now I'm writing it from your POV. I've been trying to find the right time to do a Sherlock's POV and I'm sorry it's been a while, I'm finding the write time.

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Your POV

Knees tucked to my chest, taking in the familiar scent of his cigarette musk. All too familiar. My instruction: stay in the flat and throw away every single syringe - so I did just that, anxiously awaiting his arrival, tapping my thumb against my twitching knee. 

I heard the flat door open, making me stand up quickly; even though he was tired and in pain I could hear the footsteps bounding up the stairs 2 at a time. He froze at the doorframe, making eye contact with you, and he smiled wider then I'd ever seen him. Tears made their way into my eyes as he outstretched his arms. I ran into his arms and pulled him in for a tight embrace, crying silently into his chest, leaving stains on his dark grey t-shirt, but something told me that he couldn't care less about his shirt. He sighed and moved his hand to the back of my head, placing the other on the small of my back as he nuzzled his face into my shoulder. "You're okay..." I kept repeating, smiling and crying at the same time. He pulled out of the hug, using the hand that was buried in my hair to pull me in for a passionate kiss as he to, was crying. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck and couldn't help but smile into the kiss. He was finally mine again, and I would never let him go. The only question was... did it work? But that didn't matter right now, Sherlock was mine and he was here to stay. "I love you." I whispered when I pulled out a bit, our faces still centimeters apart; we stayed there for a while, gazing adoringly into each others eyes.

"I'm never leaving you again." He promised, pulling me closer and closer into his chest. I squeezed him one last time before leading him over to his chair. He seemed relieved to have sat down in the familiar chair and to take in the familiar dusty scent of the flat. I made myself comfortable on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing his cheekbones. He smiled, reveling in my touch that he hadn't felt in a long time. Sure, I was quick to forgive him after him treating me like a cock - granted he had an excuse this time - but I would always forgive Sherlock, because loved ones always fight. If the love is true enough, they'll always come back together. And Sherlock and I... we always come back together. I tangled my fingers in his still greasy hair and sighed deeply, content with this moment. He would need a shower later, and I had no problem helping him with that.

Someone cleared their throat across the room, making me jump suddenly and whip my head around quickly; my facial features suddenly softened when I saw him leaning against the door frame. John. I stood up quickly, my hands twitching with the urge to run up to him right now and hug him, squeeze him tight and never let go. Though I'd seen him at the office and the hospital, we never really talked as we used to - not to mention I watched him beat up my boyfriend and he didn't even ask if I was okay. His face looked solemn, guilty even, his facial features softened as well when he saw my twitching arms - I noticed that his arms were twitching with the same urge. 

"Hey... (Y/N)..." He said softly, eyes darting from my hands to my face and back. He took a small step forward, but immediately I ran up to him and pulled him in for a tight hug, wrapping my arms around his neck. He breathed a deep sigh of relief, and pulled me against his chest, taking in the familiar scent of me. When Sherlock was gone, I was all he had - before Mary - and all we would do was hug and comfort each other. That scent became both familiar and comforting to me. "I'm so so sorry (Y/N)." He whispered into my neck, making me smile and hug him closer. "I shouldn't have blamed you; I shouldn't have pushed you out..."

"Shhhh..." I shushed him, pulling out of the hug and looking into his blue eyes. "It's ok, I forgive you." A smile creeped across his face and he pulled me back into the hug, making me smile with him, tears welling up in both of our eyes. I was glad to have my best friend back. He gave my shoulders a squeeze before pulling out of the hug and kissing my temple. "Thank you." He gave me a reassuring smile before stepping around me and returning to his chair, sighing as he sat down. I repositioned myself onto Sherlock's lap, who was smiling during the whole conversation.