Molly Hooper sat on her bed, the box of small tissues was reaching the point of empty. She lay her head on the pillow, her face relaxed from the crumpled state it in... only for moment it was relaxed, until the thought poped back into her head. the thought of no more sherlock. And then it was back, the tears, the fear, the pain. She rolled over to see a figure standing in the doorway, she suddenly tried to relax again. In the hope it would slightly build the walls around her heart, that had been bruteally smashed the day before.
"Mol, Molly" The voise rang out. The words, cutting though heart, her soal. You could hear the pain in his voise, the pain in both of them. "Im sorry, I tried." Her face shattered into peices. "Mol..."
"Why, Why him, He was amazing. It should have been me. Me. Me. Me" She said, hitting her cheast on every me. She went to stand up but She'd been lying down, for so long, her legs crumbled under her even small wieght. Tears rolling down her face, she was scooped up by the man. "John. I need him."
"I do too Mol. I do too." He placed her back on her bed. Cupping her face to look at his. "We need to be stong... We do."
"I cant" She winned. Breaking into a sob. "Please dont let me lose him." John Paused. He new what he needed to say, he new it would break her. She wanted one thing, she wanted... a lie. She wanted someone to tell her it would be all okay. tell her he'd come back. Somehow. He couldn't do that to her. He couldnt give her hope, then take it away.
"He's gone Mol... Im sorry." The word. Those word... her heart racing, beating faster and faster...
"Nooooo" She cried. under her breath, "No No No" Tears flooding her eyes again, the lump in her throat chocking her. He stood up. touching her hair, he turned. His pain was bad enought, he didnt need hers. John was selfish. For once in his life...