You stared up at him. "Sherlock." You repeated. You slowly brought your hand up to his cheek.
He placed his hand over yours. "Y/n I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for this. For leaving. For hurting you. I'm sorry." He said, trying to hold back tears.
His mind raced with the thoughts of what else you may have done. How hurt you could've been. What would've happened if he didn't make it there on time. He held you close to his chest, so you could eat his heart beat.
You held onto his coat, pulling it around yourself. "Sherlock, why? Why'd you do it?"
"To protect you, Moriarty, he was going to kill you, John, Mrs.Hudson, any friend I had. And you are way more than a friend to me, I especially couldn't let anything bad happen to you. I-I," Sherlock swallowed, "I love you Y/n."
You looked up into Sherlocks eyes. He, in your year of dating, never said that. You told him that you loved him once in a while, you rarely said it knowing he wouldn't respond. "I love you too Sherlock." You leaned up slowly and kissed him.
He squeezed you against his body as his lips met yours. The kiss made up for the 6 months of him being "dead".
"I'm sorry Y/n, but I have to go. It's still not safe for me to come back and stay. I promise you that I'll come by. You cannot tell anyone I'm alive. Ok?" He said, holding your face in his hands and staring deeply into your eyes.
"Yes Sherlock, I promise." You said as you stood up. He stood as well and leaned down, kissing you again before running off.
