Sherlock One-Shots and Preferences

Sherlock - Used and Abused part 2

Masks. You have many masks. And you're good at hiding your feelings, but there was no way to hide you broken heart. Everywhere you go, people know that you're heartbroken; whether it be from the lack of shine in your sunken eyes, or the sensitivity in your voice that could break at any moment. The bartender or a passerby knew you like they were your best friends.

Three months its been. Basicly 60-63 days of hell. Everyday you would wake up with a headache, longing for big arms to scoop you up and hold you for minutes, hours on end. But instead you get out of the most comfortable place you have and take a shower. Then get ready for work at a boring cubicle and put on one of your regularly worn and painful masks. A smile.

Sometimes-no-most of your spare time was spent crying or moping...because you missed sherlock so much, and john, and Mrs.Hudson too, you had no contact with anyone since you moved to Canada.

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On another miserable saturday a very uncommon thing happened. A anonomous knock was heard from the door. You got up from your couch and opened the door (because you didn't have a peep hole) to find a potential miracle or disaster.

Leaning on the doorway with a bouquet of half wilted roses was the one and only Sherlock asshole Holmes. Before he could say anything you tried to close the door, but he being a deducer stubbed his foot inbetween the door and doorway.

"Get out! G-go away!" You yelled running towards the bathroom door and locking it behind you. He didn't say a word, but you could hear the door shut and his footsteps cautiously approach the bathroom door.

"Y\N?" He asked, as if permission to talk. His voice sounded broken too, like he was tired of life. You stayed scilent letting him continue.

"I messed up, i did such a stupid thing and i regret it. I was scared to think that our romantic relationship was really real. So i ended our love, and by doing that i ended my friendship, my smile, my happiness, my life." A sob escaped his lips, and by now you were already crying too.

"Y\N i love you. From the first day i saw you, i knew that you were an amazing person. I know i soiled your life, but please, give me another chance. If you really don't want me here anymore, just say the words and I'll be gone out of your hair forever."

You thought long and hard about your decision. You open the door of the bathroom, to see a Sherlock in a mess. his hair was greasy and separated, his eyes were sunken in and he looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. you go up to him and and kneel in front of him then took him into your loving, and forgiving arms. You two stayed like that for minutes, maybe even hours just crying any fixing the once broken bond between you too.

A single gentle kiss was placed on your lips, as you borded the plane back to your real home. London.

How was that? Plz vote or comment and thank you for all the support on the previous post. ;)

-SW