BBC Sherlock Imagines

Feels part two

Somebody commented and requested that I did a part two.

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I walk into 221B. Two years since Sherlock committed suicide, two years since my entire life shattered into a million pieces before my eyes.

"Deary, you really have to stop coming here... you need to move on." Mrs. Hudson says as I walk into the flat.

"I'm fine Mrs. Hudson" I mumble quietly as I begin to walk into Sherlocks room.

Mrs. Hudson sighs "alright, I will be back in a few hours, if you're still here by then... I might look into finding you a therapist." She says as she slips on her coat.

"I don't need a therapist"

"Yes you do, this has been going on long enough; for heavens sakes you don't even live here!" Mrs. Hudson yells at me.

Tears begin to well up in my eyes.

"I'm sorry for yelling, but I'm not asking you to forget him, I am just asking you to please just get past this." My head hangs low "I will be off then, bye YN"

"Bye"

Mrs. Hudson leaves.

I walk into Sherlock's room where I pull his coat out of the closet and slip it over me. The coat is much to large for my small stature, the sleeves go well past my finger tips and the hem at the bottom goes past my knees.

I flop down on the bed, the bed with tear stained sheets and pillows.

"Why did you have to leave Sherlock? Why" I say to myself as tears begin to flow from my eyes.

"Ya know, there usually a good reason for something that tremendous." I hear a deep voice say from the doorway.

"Oh great, now I'm hearing things." I grumble as I role over to face the entree way.

I catch my breath as I see a figure standing in the doorway, the locks of curly black hair, tall stature, blue scarf, trench coat everything. I can't believe my eyes, but then I remember, I remember all the pain and anxiety that this singular person has caused me.

"Hello love."

"Sherlock Holmes, you bloody idiot!" I scream as I spring from the bed and shove Sherlock, he stumbles over the carpet surprised by my sudden act of violence. He falls to the ground, a look of terror etched on his face.

"How could you do that!" I scream "I don't understand, how could I do wha-"

"You left me! You left me all alone and broken. I was so lost without you." I say as tears begin to stream down my face once more.

"I didn't leave you completely... you had John" Sherlock protests.

"You don't know what you did to him" I growl "he shut himself out, out from the world, from me. It took him so long to get over it. I haven't seen John in over a year."

"Oh" Sherlock says quietly.

"YN, I had no idea, i am so sorry"

"You had no idea? You committed suicide right in front of me!... I had to watch the love of my life die. I say the last part quietly before I slowly slide down the wall. I pull my knees to my chest, barring my head into them.

Sherlock pulls me closer to him, cradling me in his arms.

"YN, I promise I will never leave you again."

"Promise?"

"I swear it."

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