The next few days she barely said anything. She barely ate. Barely slept. She was just like a Holmes. (Excluding Mycroft from the barely ate part. Cause you know) she had a dazed look in her eyes. She didn't sing or hum when Sherlock played. She didn't go to the morg with Molly. She stayed in the flat. Glancing at the paper, begging for a case. When the funereal came, She was emotionless. Except when it came to throw dirt on the coffin. She hesitated. And when she let the dirt go. She collapsed into sobs. I went to go comfort her but Mary held me back.
"Let her have her tears. Let her say good-bye," Mary spoke.
I held her hand. I realized she was right. I don't know what I would do if I lost her.
(Have you seen the most recent episodes? Cause it was heart breaking to watch that)
After an hour of her crying, Sherlock went over and bent down. She threw her arms around him almost causing him to fall over. He was startled and confused at first but rubbed her back. We got in the car and she went to bed. When she woke up. She was just like Sherlock.
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Sherlock's daughter.
FanfictionSherlock is shocked for once in his life. That shock is his daughter Vivian. (Sherlock fan fiction)
