I found Love
Claim: I don't own any of the characters appeared in this fanfic.
I never understood 'love' defined by the mediocrities. Human nature, sentiment, I despised but somehow envied those who can actually feel. I could only sense the excitement of solving a case, the sweet scent of crimes, the dangerous smell of blood…
Love, is vague, and I never had faith in it. Human love is weak and vulnerable, like a crystal you protected with every effort and ended up crushed to shatters by just one wrong move. Look at Anderson and Donavan, they claimed they were in love, what they did was endless torture to each other, and in the end, I saw nothing, no love, no emotions, nor even a sound, nothing but the sound of the roaring wind and thunders. Love was just a game played by idiots.
I have feelings, I know what lonely is and I often feel it. No matter what I'm facing, Lestrade's applause, Scotland Yard's stupidity, platitude praise or even a first-class criminal, I never felt belonged, just like an audience in the theatre watching films with dull plot, the only difference was, I was the only audience, alone.
What's within their barely-used little brains? I could deduce it, whether it's loathe, fear or jealousy. But love? Falling in love, quarrelling, separating, hurting and comforting, it made no sense at all.
Then I met you, I saw your blue eyes like a wide and beautiful ocean, I saw your smile like sunshine, warming everyone and melting my heart long covered by cold ice. Guess I've become one of the silly 'normal' people too, but who cares…
Because, I found love in a hopeless place.
Writing it in Sherlock's point of view, know it's really not a good one but thanks for reading anyway.