Sentiment {BBC Sherlock Fanfic}

Chapter 3: Lose

"Look Sherlock."Charles began to speak as Sherlock was playing his violin. He waited for a long time to want him to stop playing but Sherlock obviously didn't care so he continued."I am your friend."

"Therapist."Sherlock opened his eyes and answered bluntly. His word was so cold, emotionless you could say so and it went through Charles's heart like a sword."I don't have a friend."Sherlock spoke nonchalantly and turned around to meet his gaze. Charles looked hurt and in fact, he was. How could he not hurt? Being his therapist for 25 years and he told him, he wasn't his friend and he didn't have a single one."...Well then."Charles managed to smile and packed his thing."See you next month..." Then he left.

Sherlock was still the same. He stared blankly and watched he left. He stayed in this position for a while, then put down his violin on the table. He was just like a lifeless soul, a soul without spirit. Every day was the same and he was used to it.

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Sherlock's P.O.V.

Charles left.

My only friend left.

I started to wonder if my act was a little bit too far or not. But it worths. After all, he will be dead, just soon or later. As for me, I live endlessly until the day I don't know.

'Find a case, Sherlock.'

There she was again, Victoria. She was sitting on my armchair and touching Vicky's head lovingly with her smile.

Her smile.

I have almost forgotten how it lit up my world which was covered by darkness.

'Then you won't be that bored.'

I smiled slightly and shook my head."I am not the consulting detective anymore. "I replied as I opened my laptop, sitting on the chair.I glanced at her who was staring at me with her raised eyebrow. Clearly not trusting me."I don't and I won't be it again." I replied bluntly to try to get her thought of suspecting me saying lie off her mind and she made her way to me.

Is she my imagination? Illusion?

Yes. She is......definitely......

But... at least I could see her. At least I could talk to her.

She sighed and stood in front of my desk, holding herself by pressing her hands on the desk, bending down.

'You could make anyone believe in your lies but not me, Mr detective.Get a case.'

She said clearly with her eyes glaring, warning me to get a case as she crossed her arms. "Victoria."I called softly, stood up and looked where she was standing and...

She's gone.

Told you. You will fade away.

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Told you. You will fade away.

He chuckled sarcastically instead of joy.

'Just like that night.'

His eyes were dimming than usual as he remembered the day how she gone in his life.

<Flashback>

"Nervous?"John took a sip of water, eyes never move from Sherlock, he was standing next to Sherlock who was looking at the mirror, fixing his cloth. Black morning coat with tails of knee length, black 'cashmere' striped trousers, white turndown shirt, goldish cream waistcoat with the same colour neck-tie on. Dark brown combed-back hair, breathtaking blue eyes, high cheekbones, tender lips which were smiling right now."Nervous." Sherlock gave his best friend a simple reply and continued fixing his hair."After all, today is my big day." John choked out for what Sherlock has said and almost spilt the water out of his mouth. He covered his mouth with his fist while he was coughing slightly and then he asked with a disbelief smile."What?Sorry?" Sherlock rolled his eyes playfully as he tried to contain the grin which was about to show upon his face."Judging by your facial expression, you heard me perfectl-