Key:
P.O.V ~ Point of view
(Y/N) ~ Your name
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Your P.O.V
Sherlock slouched on the sofa as I had began to clean the mess he had made on my desk. I always hated it when he put different and unusual items in my personal space. He had even agreed not to. That was it. I'd had enough. I stormed right into where Sherlock was relaxing, seized the remote and switched the TV off.
"What was that for?" Sherlock growled at me.
"Why am I always the person to do everything around here? This is your place, not mine! You should be doing this!" I snapped right back at him. I wasn't about to stand down.
"I work hard everyday solving murder cases and bringing money into this household! If it wasn't for me, you would probably be out on the streets!" Sherlock roared. My heart sank to the floor as I realized he had brought up my past. I had to stay strong to win this.
"But I'm your girlfriend! You should at least help me when I need it!"
"I'VE NEVER WANTED A GIRLFRIEND!"
The world seemed to stop as his words echoed over and over inside of my head. Realization hit. He never wanted me. I was probably just a fill-in for his old flatmate. Or maybe he just felt sorry for me. It didn't matter. My life has been a lie. Ever since I had met Sherlock, I had always thought he actually felt for me and that I couldn't resist his warm hugs every morning when we woke up. That seemed to change.
I observed as his anger-filled face slip away as he realized what he had said. His arms trembled as they reached out towards my shaking body. He was going in for a hug. I remained motionless, still in shock, as his arms wrapped around me. His arms weren't warm anymore, they were freezing.
"I'm sorry!" He whispered. It was as if his words knocked me back into reality. I was able to push him away and back away from his embrace. I took one last glance up at his face before rushing out the door. I could tell he had been crying. My body was leaving him and (I was surprised to even think it but...) my brain wanted to hold him again...
~Time Skip~
It was finally morning. My first night sleeping out of 221B for a long time. It was cold and as I awoke, I could feel my body begin to shake. I needed water. I haven't had a drink since I left. Only problem was I couldn't bring myself to move... Two feet appeared in front of me. I was too cold and tired to shift my head upwards to see who it was.
Two hands gripped onto my body and I could feel myself being lifted up. The rest was a blur.
I awoke once again but in a different scenario. I was warm and I had a blanket over me. This was better. I never wanted to leave wherever I was.
"I was telling the truth when I said I never wanted a girlfriend," A deep voice muttered. I recognized it. It was Sherlock's voice. Did he find me and take me back home? And why did he bring me back just to say he was telling the truth about him never wanting me?
"But then I met you and that changed..."
Oh...
