CHAPTER 1
Since I felt my other sherlolly fic was getting to the point that it was getting too close to my own pain, I desired to play with this ideal floating in my head. I hope it is better than Blink.(I will be going back to Blink to finish even if only 6 people are reading it. Promise!)
Molly couldn't have told you when it started. There wasn't a point that was marked – here is where you made peace with it. She just knew that somehow it had happened, and all she could have told you if we had asked was the date when they both realized it.
Was it at the disastrous Christmas party where she had told him off for how he all ways talked to her? No she thought I think maybe earlier than that. Was it when he had told her about Ji-moriarty? Or was it after all the times he manipulated her to get what he want? Or was it the day when he had finally looked and seen her (even though he still hadn't understood her at the time- no that had come later that night) Molly thought that maybe everything in a whole had lead up to the day. The day that counted. The day that she mattered.
The day before Sherlock died.
The day she realized hat even though he could never love her like she had hoped. That it was OK. She loved him pure and simple. Like John she would do what ever it took to help him. She was all most content that he was a part of her life. It would have been so sadder if she had never know him. Her love had not diminished just her hope and she hadn't even noticed.(someone else had)
If we had asked Sherlock when he noticed that Molly had started to change he could have told us the exact moment when his impressive brain told him that Molly that had given up hope. It hadn't been the lab the day she had said that she didn't count(though that had been the beginning of the end). It had been after the fall. after he had broken all the people that he cared for and he had only had her as lifeline to everything. It had been the moment that she told him in her small flat that she loved him.