Dark. Or fair.
Obnoxious. Or polite.
Tall. Or petite.
Sherlock. Or Zara.
My heart is going Sherlock.
My mind is going Zara.
To save myself physical and verbal abuse.
They are there,
Standing, waiting for me to make my decision.
I look at her, at her expression of anticipation.
I look at him, at the blank face.
But I see it.
The pain. The heartbreak. The brink of loss.
And I can't do it.
I will lose love if I side with Zara.
I will gain my other half if I side with Sherlock.
I look at her and walk the other way.
She looks confused as if she thought she knew with certainty that I'd choose her.
He looks surprised like he thought I'd walk away from him.
I offer him a soft smile as I slip my hand into his.
His shock melts into a smile and he envelopes me in a hug.
I feel my muscles relax and the tension disappear.
I am at peace with my heart and soul.
I wake up.
I see him sleeping peacefully next to me.
He's here.
We're together.
It's all okay.
The memory of my would-be fianceé and my landlady's daughter dissipates into nothing.
I am free.
And I am happy.
That's all that matters.
This a sort of weird thing that I came up with where Johnlock is a thing but John is betrothed to another. In my original draft, Johnlock had to split but then I felt cruel to let my babies be unhappy. So you got this instead. Enjoy.