It was Sunday and they woke up late. Opening his eyes, Mycroft saw Celina was looking attentively at him. "What happens?" he asked with a smile.
She moved closer and wrapped his arm over her shoulder. Rest her head on his arm, she asked "Mycroft, have you loved any other assistant besides me?"
He laughed and said "No"
"Really. Why?" she smiled happily and asked.
"Because no one can stand me for more than one month, how can I love them?"
"I hate you". He laughed.
"How about Anthea? How long has she been with you?" she hugged him and asked.
"Uhm, more than 10 years" he thought and said.
"So you don't love her? You two seem to be on a level more than intimation" she said.
Mycroft thought and said "Sometimes you also need someone who you can give trust. With me, Anthea is that person. She is smart and understands me so much that we can't love each other"
"That's confusing" Celina said. He smiled.
"How about Sherlock?" she asked him. He laughed.
"Why are you asking me about my girls and now you ask me about Sherlock?"
"I don't want to ask you about your girls. I just want to know who you love and who you love the most" she laughed and said. "Tell me, how about Sherlock?" she smiled and asked. Mycroft looked away for a long time.
"He is my life" he said and no smiled more. Celina looked at him.
"Visit him. It's been a long time since you met him. Let visit him" Celina advised Mycroft. Mycroft thought.
"Do you use the restroom? If you don't use, I will use it first" he said.
"No, I'll use it first" she said and ran to the restroom. Mycroft looked at her and gave a slight smile.
He thought. Maybe Celina was right, it had been a long time since he visited Sherlock.
Reaching for the wallet, he opened a drawer which hidden in another drawer and took out a rather old photo. it was a picture of the three of them. He, Sherlock and Eurus. Of course, Sherlock didn't have it. Looking at the picture, he smiled. In this picture, they looked so happy.
"Time is the scariest thing. Although it is not intentional, it will steal everything from you. Not only that, it will also turn the happiness of the past into the suffering of the present and maybe will turn the happiness of the present into the sufferings of the future" he looked at the picture and thought.
"TING" the sound of his phone message rang. Taking the phone, he checked the message quickly and continued to look at the picture.
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The next day, Mycroft decided to visit Sherlock.
Sherlock was stepping in the living room when he saw Mycroft come.
"Oh, which wind brings you here? The fact is which storm brings you here? I don't think there's any wind that can blow you" Sherlock laughed and poked Mycroft.
"Funny" Mycroft smiled wryly and sat down on the long sofa. Sherlock also sat on his sofa.
"Oh, Hi Mycroft. Long time no see you" John came out and greeted Mycroft. John also sat on the sofa opposite Sherlock.
"He's busy enjoying his happy life" Sherlock laughed and poked Mycroft.
"What do you mean?" John looked at Sherlock and asked.
"Enjoy life with a girlfriend" Sherlock grinned.
"Oh my God, you have a girlfriend? I really want to meet her. Is she like an ordinary person?"John smiled and asked.
"I met her and I can assure that she's not an alien". They laughed.
"Funny" Mycroft grimaced at them and said.
"But why do you come here?" John looked at Mycroft and asked.
"Just come over because it is on the same way" Mycroft looked at his watch and said. Sherlock laughed because he knew Mycroft's true reason.
"Where are you going?" John asked honestly.
Mycroft glanced at John and frowned.
"Did I ... ask something.. wrong?" John faltered.
"Ting" Mycroft's phone message exclaimed. He took the phone and checked the message.
"Celina?" Sherlock sipped his tea and asked.
"No, someone is weird" Mycroft said.
"What is your mean?" Sherlock knit his brows and asked.
"I receive a message every day from strange numbers"
"What message?" John asked.
Mycroft looked up at John and said "Beast". They looked at him.
"Give me" Sherlock asked. Mycroft gave his phone to Sherlock.
Sherlock opened his phone and watched the messages. He knit his brows and thought. Mycroft looked at him.
"How long has it been?" Sherlock asked.
"Over 4 months" Mycroft said.
"Have you investigated those phone numbers?" John asked.
"You think I haven't? Of course I did"
"How's the result?" John continued to ask. Mycroft silented. Sherlock turned to look at him.
"What happens? Sherlock asked.
After a moment of silence, Mycroft said "Maybe you were right"
Sherlock frowned and asked "For what?"
Mycroft looked at Sherlock and said "Those numbers are from relatives of those who have laid down because of my decisions" Sherlock looked at Mycroft and was silent.
"It's been over 4 months. 1 message per day and those phone numbers still don't be duplicated" Mycroft said. The room became silent, the air became heavy.
After a moment of silence, Mycroft stood up and said "Well, it's nice to know that you're still living well here. I have to go, see you later".
Suddenly, he stopped and thought about something.
"What happens?" Sherlock looked at Mycroft and asked.
"Huh? Nothing" Mycroft said.
"What am I going to do?" Mycroft wondered.
He thought and left.
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