As the boys made their ways to 221B by cab they shared the ride in silence fore they were both too busy with their own thoughts to communicate with one another.
Sherlock P.O.V
Sherlock was in his mind palace during the cab ride home. He was caught up with all the things that had happened earlier that day.
He had deeply regretted telling John about his song, he just couldn't help himself and now he was worried John would be disgusted that his flatmate would show feelings toward him.
He hated the idea of having feelings, it made him feel weak and vulnerable to other people. Which was why he preferred to express them through his violin, knowing that he would fail if he tried to in words.
Now that he'd opened about his idiotic emotions, he was worried that John wouldn't call him his friend anymore; everyone else did by the time they got to know him. But he couldn't care less if the world hated him as long as John didn't.
The only reason why he had yet to end this game of sorts was that maybe, just maybe, there was still a sliver of hope in him that wondered if John would take the hints that it was him that Sherlock had helplessly fallen for. That he was the one who is held accountable for taking up his mind, his heart, and his being.
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The Muse (johnlock)
FanfictionSherlock has been composing a new song on his violin inspired by his muse. As John tries to figure out who it could be, many unanswered questions about the two are revealed... A very Johnlock story Vote! Comment! And more importantly READ All rights...
