Hello everyone ! Well this is my first try in this fandom and my first try to write in English. I'm a French girl so I usually write in French ^^ I love the BBC TV Show Sherlock and I always wanted to post something here but I had an idea tonight and I tried in English. I hope it's not too bad, I'm waiting for your reviews and do not hesitate to tell me what's wrong with the language or the grammar.
Hope you'll enjoy it ! :)
It was dark on the big apartment where the moon was reflecting on the window of the bedroom. A man was deeply sleeping on the white sheets, his blond hair was messy on the pillow and his mouth was half open. He wasn't snoozing but a little noise came out from his mouth as he was deeply breathing, buried in a deep sleep.
At the door, a shadow was sliding on the wall. As every night, this shadow stopped in front of the bed and looked at the man silently and carefully. It was every night the same ritual. It has been a long year since Sherlock Holmes has disappear, faking his own death to protect people he cares about. Because yes, Sherlock was caring about people, he was also able to love contrary to popular thought.
He was proud to say that he is was an high functional psychopath, able to resolve every murder in a very short time and antagonize a lot a people in an even shorter time. But Sherlock Holmes was like a child in front of feelings he felt for this sleeping man he came to visit every night.
He knew that John Watson was a straight man. He was dating a girl named Mary for a month now, and Sherlock was supposed to be happy with that. But he wasn't. He regretted his departure and now more than ever. Because in this day, Sherlock Holmes just realized that he was in love with John Watson when he saw him kissing his girlfriend with that ridiculously happy face, caressing her cheek with love.
He was supposed to be dead. He was also supposed to be happy about his friend's date, because this "Mary" wasn't one of those stupid girls John used to date when he was his blogger. Mary was adorable, she was kind and devoted to him. She was the perfect future wife.
And it's with this idea that Sherlock Holmes left the room this night, decided not to return the next day as he used to.