10:06 am
Saint Sherlock:
I'm pissing myself.
I grew up being on the spotlight
but this is on a different level.
Also, desolè for not
replying last night.
My phone died. I think I should
buy a new one.
Jane Doe:
Tell me about it
I can't leave the house
without being bombarded
with camera flashes
It's alright. I figured something
might have happened.
Saint Sherlock:
Does that mean you're
at home?
And did I make you
worried last night? :)
Jane Doe:
Have I told you smileys
don't suit your personality
at all?
Saint Sherlock:
Avoiding the question,
I see.
Jane Doe;
I'm not!
I'm at home. Happy now?
Saint Sherlock:
Very.
Though, I'll be
happier if you do
something for me.
Jane Doe:
...
What is it?
You're not planning
to murder me or anything,
right?
Saint Sherlock:
I know I call you
Jane Doe but really.
Will you please go to
the La Femme Rouge
ball with me tomorrow?
And maybe we can talk
about us.
Jane Doe:
What is there to
talk about? I think we've
made it pretty clear last time.
Saint Sherlock:
I know that. But maybe
I just want to see you
again?
Jane Doe:
How can I say no to that?
Yes. I'll go with you, Sherlock.
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Who We Are (A Speck of Dust)
RomanceJust two not-ordinary people in the midst of corporate messes and predatory tact who found themselves engrossed at each other's musings after midnight. | Won 3rd place at The Mystic Awards |
