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Sherlock x Reader

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It's been two years since Sherlock took his own life because of Moriarty. It's been hard for me,  for everyone.

John's recently been seeing a nice woman called Mary, she's great for John.  She helps John get his mind off of things. She's a lovely girl,  she really is.  She's smart, beautiful, and a very strong independent woman.

But Mary,  along side John, have been trying to convince me to move out of 221B Baker Street.

I looked at them baffled, a ting of pain and a soft feeling of rage bubbled in my chest. Confusion and saddens apparent in my (e/c) eyes,  tears threatening to spill over down my cheeks. I took a deep inhale through my nose trying to control the sudden tsunami of emotions.

"So, what you're telling me, " I started my voice quivering in my throat.  "Is to leave the house that the love of my life lived with me,  where we made memories?" I asked in disbelief, my eyebrows furrowed. "I uh..  I don't think I understand. " I said,  a fake chuckle escaped my lips.

"Look,  I know it's been hard for you (Y/n). I just don't think it's healthy for you to be surrounded, to be haunted by the memories,  by his memories." John said slowly,  as if he was hesitant.  I sat up straight in the chair and looked him hard in the eyes.

"Not everyone can just get over it like you did, John." tears sung my eyes but I ignored them.  "Not everyone has a Mary by their side to help them through the hard things in life."  I clenched my jaw and through clenched teeth I said "Mine was taken away from me, all because no one believed in him." a single tear fell down my soft (S/t) cheek. 

John sat across from me,  many different emotions crossed his face; sympathy, anger,  sadness, recondition.  He sat there speechless, unable to move.  Something flashed in his eyes,  like he knew something I didn't. 

I stood up from where I sat and crossed my arm,  glaring down at him.  "So if you would kindly get out of my house, It's my turn to make dinner." I walked to the door and opened it for him.  Slowly the older man raised from his seat and sulked to the door.

"I'm sorry,  (Y/n). Really, I am. But please, at least consider my offer." he said quietly and left. I sighed and closed the door.  I slid down the door, listening to his descending footsteps.

I hid my face in my knees,  silent sobs escaping my throat. I don't know how long I sat there just crying. It felt like hours but it couldn't have been more than one.

A soft knock sounded from behind me.  I jumped and turned around and stared at the door like a deer in headlights.  Another soft knock came from the door, but this time a voice spoke. 

"Ms. (Y/n) your taxi is here for you." a man's voice said. I stood up and wiped my face from the tears. I cracked the door opens,  barley enough for the other person to see my face.  He was shirt,  probably about 5'5, he had blonde hair and brown eyes.

"I-I didn't order a cab." my voice cracked.

"No you didn't,  but a Mrs. Hudson ordered you one." the man smiled.

I raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly.  "I'll be r-right down."

"Yes ma'am!" the man chuckled and turned around and started going down the stairs.

I quickly grabbed my wallet and quickly checked myself in the mirror to make sure it wasn't aperient that I've been crying. Once that was settled, I exited 221B and locked the door.

I looked around for the cab,  but saw nothing. I stood on the sidewalk looking around,  going in literal circles looking for the cab. 

"Where did it go?" I asked myself walking back to the door.

"It wasn't necessary anymore seeing as your destination came to you." a very familiar baritone voice said from behind me. I froze and my whole body stiffened.

He gave an airy chuckle as if he was nervous. Slowly I turned around to face him, my eyes wide. He smiled at me when I was fully facing him,  his arms open for an embrace.

"Are you... Really there?" I asked timidly. I bit my lip hard to try and fight the tears away. 

"Well of course I am, (Y/n) seeing as ghosts don't exist." he attempted to joke. I took a small step toward the tall man. "I missed you (Y/n)." he smiled at me again, then suddenly his face turned serious, "But you do understand why I didn't contact you,  right?" he took a step towards me "I hope you'll be able to forgive." he said softly. 

"Right now, I don't know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge." I whispered, tears slipping down my face.

"Can I pick?" Sherlock chuckled.  I nodded my head, wiping my face. He embraced me, looking into my eyes before leaning down and kissing me passionately. I kissed back almost instantly, it was an amazing feeling to have him back. When we pulled away we stared in each other's eyes lovingly. 

"Sherlock?" I asked in a whispering voice. 

"Yes,  love?" he whispered back. 

"I always believed in you." I whispered back,  a bright smile on my face. He lifted his hand up and gently rested it on my cheek, a smile on his face too. 

"Thank you." he whispered,  it sounded like he was going to cry.  I said nothing but kissed him again.