"Say it, go on, say it, say it like you meant it" replied Molly.
Sherlock was in an internal debate, felt his body tremble inside, his heart rate increased. He had to do it.
"I love you" Sherlock said
"I love you" Sherlock repeated quietly.
Molly looked at her phone.
"Molly" Sherlock said, demanding an answer.
The accountant descended furiously towards the death of the Doctor.
"Molly, please! " Sherlock begged
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" I lov.."
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End of communication. The screen turned into that characteristic gray transmission cut.
Sherlock's eyes were open. Nothing matters at the moment. There was no crisis, no one in the room with him. Suddenly he went straight to his mind palace.
There was a room, the door was open, he attempted to approach. Molly was looking at him from the inside.
"Don't!" Molly shouted when she saw him approaching.
Sherlock could not move.
"I ..." Molly said looking into his eyes, her eyes were full of pain.
A wave of heat came from inside her room. A huge fire surrounded Molly. The door closed.
"Sherlock!" John Shouted
Sherlock found himself sitting on the floor, his chest shaking around what Molly's coffin was, his fists bloody.
-" I ... – he said - I killed her,John
"No partner, you didn't, come on, do it for her" John said, his eyes red.
Mycroft in the background looked at the screen, Eurus was giving directions to the next room.
"I love you " Molly whispered.
End of call. A confused Molly looks at her cell phone, her screen turns black.
The day went from bad to worse, Sherlock's apartment had exploded to pieces, Mrs. Hudson had retired to her sister's and John did not answer his cell phone.
And then that call. That embarrassing and humiliating call. Molly remembered all that had happened all those years of being in love with the consulting detective, years of which were never reciprocated and never will be. She picked up her cell phone to call John again, but could not turn it on.
"Something must be wrong with the battery" she thought.
She put on her pajamas and tried to sleep, tired by the situation, tired of holding back tears, she plunged into a deep sleep.
On her waking it was already daytime. She takes her cell phone to see the hour.
"Oh, true" she told herself.
Her cell phone still did not turn on. She had to look after Rosie at noon today.
"I'm just hope not to meet Sherlock" she thought.
John's house
John was exhausted with everything he had lived, he just wanted to be with his daughter, to hug her and take care of her. Sherlock was in a state where he locked himself in and did not agree to release his emotions, did not shed any tears for his friend Molly, but John knew, knew that this was destroying inside. He knew this would not last long, after all, he is a human being.
John saw Sherlock sitting in his characteristic pose. He saw the outline of her reddish eyes. He left him alone and retired to sleep with Rosie.
When he awoke, John saw Sherlock lying in his chair, his eyes closed, but he knew he was awake.
"Sherlock" John said, approaching.
There was no answer.
"You have to talk about this" John went on. "It's not your fault, and you know it"
Sherlock opened his eyes.
"What is not my fault?" Shouted Sherlock, suddenly rising to his feet.
"Molly Hooper is dead John, Dead, I can not ..." Sherlock stopped
John looked at the floor.
"You'll have to live with this mate, she will not return and you must understand that this is not your fault ..."
"You were right, John" Sherlock said with a hand on his face.
John looked at him.
"I did not realize how fortunate it was ..."
John came slowly and hugged him.
"Stay strong, my friend this will pass"
"I'll go lie down" said Sherlock.
John had taken the day off, could not go to work after what had happened, not for a few days.
The clock struck midday. His bell rings.
Sherlock was submerged in a deep sleep. She remembered all the moments that had happened with Molly, she was always there, always. Now it will not be anymore, he wished had the courage to realize before his feelings " My first love ... her ...My first 'I love you' " He thought. He never felt this sense of loss devastating him and killing every second.
He seemed to hear the sound of the bell in the distance, he was still asleep when he heard shouts of what he recognized were John's. He went on sleeping.
John went to the door, opening it on the other side was Molly Hooper in person, smiling but looking worried.
"Oh for God's sake!" John shouted, taking his hand in his chest.
Molly was frightened and opened her eyes.
"John what's happening?!" She said as John hugged her tightly.
"Where the hell were you ?! You're dead Molly, I saw you, we saw you, your house exploded and ... ! " John shouted
"I'm not dead ! How can you say that! " Molly shouted too, took her own pulse with a worried look.
"What's going on John?! I try to call you but my phone broke and it does not work!" Molly shouted nervously as she saw John like that.
"But but! oh my God! Sherlock ! " Shouted John
"What the hell is going on?! Why do you shout like that, John? " Said a Sherlock opening the door of the room.