Ridiculous, just ridiculous! How could the man you've fallen horridly in love with just be fine one day and a few days later, you watch him fall to his bloody death. You have mixed emotions for the situation. Your angry, sad, upset, enraged, depressed, and many more emotions that are unexplainable. You think back to the moment. the moment where you saw your favorite genius, die right before your eyes.
"Sherlock... Don't do this..." Your voice is cracking and it's filled with short sobs.
"I'm sorry (Y/N).... I'm sorry." The deep voice at the other end tells you.
He hung up the phone after that. Threw it to the side, then glanced at you. 'Such a wonderful woman,' he began to think. 'these years away from my dear, (Y/N) will be unbearably painful.' he ended with that thought as a single tear slid down his right cheek. He jumped, all he heard, was a shriek of his name. Before he left.
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'Stop it' you thought. 'stop thinking about him. It'll only get worse!' you screamed in your mind. You shake your head and look around at the dusty apartment. 221B, the flat in which the deceased man, the one you loved, the one who simply barged into your heart quite forcefully. "Goodbye, Mr. Holmes" you quietly utter before shutting off the lights and leaving poor Mrs. Hudson to weep on the stairs.
Opening the door, you inhale deeply the smell of London streets as you walk yourself to the airport. Bag of clothes in hand. Ready to start your own adventures in New York City.
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You stare blankly out the window remembering all of the bittersweet adventures you had twisted yourself into. Yet there is one name that is scarred permanently into the left side of your brain. Even thinking about him makes you shiver. Moriarty.
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It's been a year and a half, I think it's about time you pay a visit to your dear John Watson.
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From walking to your old apartment, to getting slapped across the face, deep emotional hugging, to the sound of Mrs. Hudson trying to get ahold of John. Now, your in the dusty flat of... you'd forgotten who. All you know is the flat is 221B and all you care about right now, is trying to solve this case you'd heard about all the way in New York.
Yes, it's true, you'd forgotten who Sherlock Holmes was, the man you grieved over for a month or so. But then guess what, you found yourself solving crimes and getting into danger. You enjoyed this, you truly did. You felt sorrowful after every crime though. You'd wonder why.
Anyway, you were pinning things up upon the broken wall, filled with at least 15 or more bullet holes. You pinned up photos of women, newspaper clippings, and a map of London which took up most of the space on the wall. The crime was, numerous women were disappearing throughout London. The last object of one of the girls that was found was a pearl earring near the woods. And tomorrow night, New Year's Day, is when you will solve this puzzling crime. You kept thinking, not noticing mustache man and a woman starring at you from the door.
A noise, from what you assumed was someone clearing their throat, snapped you out of your thinking process. You glance over to the door witnessing john tackle you in a bear hug. You gladly return the hug as Dr. Watson twirled your light body around. Your (f/c) skirt danced as he did so. He set you down and examined you. You were taller, more curvy, and your smile was comforting. I'm not saying your smile wasn't nice before, before it was filled with excitement and "HEY LOOK AT ME" to "sup."
It took a short moment for him to process his words when he suddenly said, "(Y/n)! It's been a while!" A smile formed on his lips as he then began to introduce you to his girlfriend, Mary. You made green tea which seemed a bit unusual to John, He was used to you making Earl Grey than Green tea. He didn't complain, he actually found it relaxing. You told him your adventures in New York which terrified, worried, and angered him. He was especially angry when you told him the plans about tomorrow night.
"New Years Eve?! Your chasing women on New Years Eve?! Absolutely not!" he yelled as you pouted. " What if you get killed (y/n)?! I don't want to loose you like.." his voice cracked when his said 'like'. "Like Sherlock" he said quietly. This made you tilt your head and shake it in confusion.
"Who?"
