I am nervous about my first fanfic but I hope you guys like it! This is written in Irene's POV. These are just going to be short chapters.
I wouldn't say that I am a conceited woman, but I do believe that I am the best damn thing that ever walked on this earth.
With my exceeding intelligence and god-like beauty, no one could stop me from rising above.
Well, except for this one man. A man name Sherlock Holmes.
I haven't seen his handsome face in while now. I checked his blog in every minute that I can. My fingers typed furiously to see any updates about his new cases. My eyes are hungry to scan his appearance.
The laptop screen automatically came to the picture of Sherlock with his silly tan linen hat.
I giggled profusely.
I long for his voice, his dark humour, his…. everything.
If I could only describe Sherlock in one word, it would be impossible because he is a man with so many unique characteristics.
Do I love him?
Of course, I am Sherlocked evidently.