I had panicked and left the love of my life alone in a restaurant. I'm not exactly good at expressing my feelings, but Sherlock is worse. And finally, after a long walk home in the snow, I arrived home at 221B. I threw open the door, ran to Sherlock's room, threw myself onto the bed and had a good cry. All the pent up emotions inside of me from the time Sherlock jumped to now; love, sadness, anger, stress, came pouring out of me onto Sherlock's favorite pillow. I had too many emotions about him, and I was scared being with him would release them, which would damage our relationship beyond repair. As I sobbed, I could smell Sherlock on the pillows, the sheets, the blankets. Sherlock. My Sherlock. The one I had mixed emotions about. The one that gave me a roller coaster ride of emotions. And I realized the real reason why. Sherlock had given me all of him, but I hadn't returned the favor yet. I had to let go of myself, the same way he did. Trust myself in his hands.
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A birthday to remember (JOHNLOCK fanfic)
FanfictionThis is a JOHNLOCK fanfic and my friend wrote it but she doesn't have watt pad and she said I could put it on here so yeah this is hers!
