Sentiment {BBC Sherlock Fanfic}

Chapter 6: Unworthy

Y/N's P.O.V.

"Where's the news?"

OH GOD!!! I think my mind is gonna BLOW UP in every single second.

"...He didn't want to d-"

"Then GO FOR IT!"

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"Then GO FOR IT!"

Y/N's father growled as he tossed the newspaper away and went back to his room. Y/N got what she expected! A BANG! the sound from the door which her father closed it... not so nice. She sighed deeply or you could say she took a deep breath to cool down herself. She then went to the washroom, turned the faucet on and splashed some water on her face.

'Talking to a stubborn one always isn't an easy thing to do, keep going y/n. You could do the interview. You always can.'

After cheering herself up in front of the mirror, she wore her smile on like usual and left her house.

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"Everyone will change."

'Where is the Sherlock that I used to know?!'

"He's GONE!"

'Where is the Sherlock that I used to know?!' "He's GONE!" 'Where is the Sherlock that I used to know?!' "He's GONE!" Where is the Sherlock that I used to know?!' "He's GONE!"

"ENOUGH!!! "

The conversation or more likely, argument, you would say, kept repeating while he was sleeping. And there he was, sitting up on the couch while covering his face with his bare hands. His forehead was sweating, eyes were shut, eyebrow knitted and he was breathing heavily.

'So am I.'

Then there was a sound of her came to his mind and everything was clear, for him. His eyes opened and stopped breathing heavily. His mind stopped repeating those arguments in just a moment and there were all the same.

Cold and emptiness.

That's what it left.

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Sherlock's P.O.V

'So am I.'

What have I done? What has the greatest Sherlock Holmes caused?

Harm?

Pain?

Living hell?

Seemed concluded the things I've done to her while she was alive and...

even dead.

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There lied a man inside of a tub, water was clear as crystal, showing the angelic man with eyes closed as he seemed to enjoy the moment of peace.

Water, as pure as snow and it didn't allow a slight drop of other substance. When just a slight of other substance dropped, then the water will no more pure, the snow will no longer be white, and it somehow, just like fate.

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Sherlock's P.O.V.

Fate?

Her fate?

What is her fate?

She should be a simple woman that going to marriage.

She should have a husband that adores her, spoiled her from the day they met.

She should have her own family that could warm her up whenever she was feeling cold.

But I invade her life and...... it happened.