Finding you
I was so terribly bored at this concert. In Vienna where I now lived... I thought a violin concert would bring my spirits up, I used to love them. Now all I could feel was nothing... Nothing... I was empty. I missed him terribly. During the break I pulled out my phone and stepped outside. Scrolling through my messages... All those old memories. I lit a cigarette taking a long drag and blowing out deeply. When did I stop caring, slowly killing myself. I used to be beautiful, wanted. Now I was unknown, invisible to the world.
"That's a nasty habit you picked up Irene." a man said. I tensed but already could see his face in my mind. The man I'd been dreaming of, waiting for, more like expecting.
"My names not Irene" I stated coolly, turning around and seeing him. My heart beat fast but I fought the urge to smack his smug face.
"You can't fool me. I'd know you anywhere." he said, almost laughing. I knew that he would recognize me... I hadn't changed much other than my clothes, location, and name. Maybe, maybe it's cause I wanted him to find me. Maybe I had always wanted to be found. I didn't want to feel so alone and empty.
"I'm sorry. You must have me confused with someone." then the bell rang, signaling the restart of the concert. As bored as I was, I went in carefully not touching him as I passed. I stubbed out my cigarette and walked, not looking back.
"You still want me." he stated before leaving the front of the building and fading into the night.
"You know I loved you." I whispered to myself as I sat down and heard the sad tones of the violin. I refused to let myself get attached to him again. He was a mistake. Sherlock will not be the death of me. But I wanted him desperately. I didn't know how long my heart could deny him.
It was a course of 10 days. 10 days for me to ruin myself. 10 days to break my heart. 10 days was all it took to break me. When did I become so weak.