Here we are. Just another piece of love.
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When A Heart Grows Strong
P a r t O n e
She really tried to go on about her life. She tried hard. Doing the things she always did, same patterns, same routine, but she realized soon that living in a completely different reality as everybody else would not be easy. It felt wrong, outrageously wrong.
Watching everyone fight their own grieve, while not being able to comprehend the deep sadness to its fullest, not concerning Sherlock anyway… she knew grieve, but mourning a friend who committed suicide was something different. It is incomprehensible and unfair and wrong.
On the funeral she cried, out of simple helplessness. She needed to tell someone, but she couldn't, she mustn't, so she carried the weight of the truth with her. Every step, every move heavy with knowledge she wasn't able to share, not if she wanted to ensure the safety of not only Sherlock but of John, Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson and by now surely her own.
So Molly remained in London for weeks to come, hiding herself even more than usually. Everyone believed to know the reason but no one came even close to what she really felt. It was the first rays of warm sunshine, which pushed her far enough to make a decision.
Molly Hooper left London and everyone was concert, deeply so. And for the first time in weeks, no month! For the first time they concerned themselves with something other than grieve. Seeing them care for her settled her decision.
They had begun to get over Sherlock's death, as was expected.