Molly shared a glance with John as she eyed the lanky man that was retreating. The man who had uninterrupted access to an enigmatically extraordinary intellect, who had a logical retaliation to all the ifs and buts, every why and where and yet he knew nothing of what the vigilant girl had riding on her heart and her mind.
Over the years, things hadn't changed at all, neither could she simplify the complex equation that thrived between the two. She shed a tear silently looking at the Christmas present she had brought for him as his words continued to hurt her incurably. At most, a brisk smile and a mild blush could make it to her face as she revisited that fluffy kiss, only to be replaced by gloom yet again. Yet his apology had safely managed to soothe her heart. There was a new hope trying to breathe but at the same time there was the rage she wrought on herself just because she let him trample and shatter her feelings every now and then. In her heart of hearts, she certainly had gentle, fragile feelings for him, just that she hadn't admitted and she wouldn't ever admit. She had just been trying to suppress them, just been trying to provide reparations.
And when he dumped the little gift she'd brought for him, unthinkably and mindlessly claiming that it was for another, agony was bound to overthrow the love her heart held. It felt horrendous, she wished she could just randomly throw the articles around in order to lessen both her pain and her anger. She glanced at John again.
"Doctor where is he going?" She asked puzzled and worried.
"I do not know, i really don't! You think he confides in me?" He answered a question with another and that seemed to take absolutely no extra effort.
It suddenly struck her that he was disillusioned as she was. She was not the sole victim after all and that made her feel better.
Meanwhile disbelief too occupied her brain, a sorry coming out of Mr Sherlock Holmes' mouth was to be regarded as a rare, once in a millennia phenomenon for sure. His mind was always brimming with posh cerebrum but not cerebellum which evaluates to the fact that he had no emotions; he had a head and a brain but not a heart. However, contradicting her very own assumptions definitely felt good at that point of time. For once she so wanted to go, catch hold of his hand and never let it go, then the very next moment she wanted to barrage him with questions, question his feelings, question his brash behaviour and ask him not to troll her thus ever again because it was too much a pain for her heart to take. Whether she was to welcome the change that came her way with arms, wide open or she was to yet again persuade her senses to distance themselves from him was an interrogation of significance that was stupefying her and that seemed absurd yet the former petrified her. Therefore she was left to contemplate on the latter while putting aside for a split second her fantasies all of which had him.