Sentiment {BBC Sherlock Fanfic}

Chapter 4: First meet

Sun shone brightly and burnt his eyelids, making him awake.

Pupils shrunk.

Serenely smile.

Standing there with his violin on the crook of his neck. A pair of arms wrapped around his waist, nestling her head on his back. He brought her hand gently to his lips, gave a kiss on it before holding her hand.

'Wake up?'

Then his smile faded away, light in his eyes dimmed down.

"You know I didn't." Sherlock murmured and turned around, facing her who smiled slightly of his reply.

'But you should and you can.'

She convinced, bringing her hand to his cheek, which earned a sarcastically chuckle from him and he passed through her."Being too confident about a person isn't an advantage, which often ends yourself disappointed." He smiled while saying nonchalantly, putting his violin on the table."Me for example."

She quickly moved her way to stand in front of him and gripped his hand. Eyes were shimmering sincerely.

'I trus-

"You shouldn't,"He cut what she was saying and continued."I can't make you stay with me forever."He lifted down his head so she couldn't see his facial expression but she knew.

He was blaming himself.

He brought her hands to his chest, to where his heart beat.

Then his dream will be broken. Smoke and mirror shall be clear.

He was alive.
She was dead.

'It's all denied to happen.' She convinced him once again, to convince him not blaming himself, to convince him to surrender all the things, to convince him to forget about her.

"It's not!"He spatted, charging toward to the wall with his smouldering red gaze."We could have a family."He turned around with his hand on his waist, looking at her as to see her reaction.

Victoria lowered her head as she stopped speaking, feeling a huge lump in her throat.

She didn't want to die.

She didn't want to leave Sherlock.

If she could,

She wanted to stay with him forever.

She wanted to have a family with him.

She wanted to hear him saying 'I love you, Mrs Holmes' every day and night.

She wanted to see their children grow taller and taller, telling them to behave well.

Only.

If she could.

'I can't... Sherlock... I died.'

She whispered quietly and softly like she didn't speak but she knew that he could listen. Tears escaping from her eyes, even she didn't notice.

Can a heart still ache once it stopped beating?

Yes.

She would definitely give you the answer within a second.

Aching for what?

Sad.

Pain.

Sad, looking her beloved begged her to stay, which she couldn't.

Pain, looking her beloved blaming himself for the reason why she died.