Only Yours

6

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Sherlock's P.O.V

I can hear him calling my name but I don't answer. My John, the only man I have or will ever love, is engaged and doesn't love me. In fact, he hates me.

After walking around London for a few hours, I come to a park and sink down on a bench. Then I realise that this is the park I saw John, two months ago. But I don't leave. I can't be bothered.

As the sun sets, I debate whether or not I can sleep on a bench, but as tonight I actually want to sleep I decide that when I feel tired I will go to Molly's. Anywhere is better than Mycroft's.

Although I would never admit it out loud, the night is beautiful. I can see every star in the sky, apart from the sun of course. I can vaguely remember John telling me the Earth goes around the sun, but I quickly delete the thought. No room in my head for that useless fact.

God, I am gasping for a cigarette. I haven't had one in over a year, as every time I smoked one I felt guilty. No idea why.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and look around, hoping it is John, but instead it is a slender woman in dark glasses and a wraparound coat.

Mid thirties, very beautiful. Recently manicured nails. Right handed. Has a variety of lovers. Been living abroad for the past... two years? Maybe more. On the hide from someone, or something, more likely a group of people. Very confident. Not married.

'Cigarette?' She offered. I recognised her voice immediately and she appeared to realise this as she sat down.

'Do you remember me, Mr Holmes?' Her finger trailed down the mark John had made on my neck earlier. 'Oh dear Mr Holmes, I see you are upset. I know what can make you feel,' She put her lips next to my ear. I could smell her recent meal on her warm breath but it was strangely seductive. 'better.' She took off her sunglasses and I looked into the familiar pale blue eyes. 'Do you want to have dinner with me?'

'I'm not hungry.'

'Neither am I.'

I leant closer to her. John's face came into my mind but I quickly got rid of it. 'Why would I want dinner if I wasn't hungry?' Her pupils are dilated and I carefully take her hands, checking her pulse. Just as fast as it was all those years ago.

'Do you want to find out?' Surprisingly, I do. I want to make John pay for what he did, I want him to feel what I felt when he told me he didn't love me. I want revenge.

After all these years of supressing my emotions, it feels strange to unleash them all like this. I know my anger at John will be short lived but right now I want to hurt him.

In Moriarty's words, I want to burn him. 'Yes, Miss Adler. I would.'

Double update today! (although this one was quite short.)

I think I will try and update every Sunday as I am quite busy during the week sorry...

Hope you all like the new cover!

-Jordanx