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Molly Hooper paced her apartment. Her annoying cat, Toby, paced alongside her. Ever since Sherlock came back from The Fall he had treated her differently. He no longer spit out rude comments or derogatory statements. In fact the only words that were shared were "pass me the slide" or "don't knock that beaker over". The teasing had ceased. To tell the truth she missed i. She missed the nonchalant statements about how idiotic she was or how her lips were to small. She missed Her Sherlock. After the fall Sherlock had spent a week at her flat. She continued to trip over her words and stutter but he seemed to not mind as much. He would laugh at her when she said the wrong thing (god that low grumble that came from his belly) and go back to his mind palace. He had then left for a year without so much as a tata. She was upset for sure. He was a total git. Then she went to his funeral. She saw John Watson shake with anger an pound his fists into what he thought was the grave of Sherlock Holmes. Molly Hooper mourned Sherlock for the first time. Molly swore she would not shed one more tear for that man. It had been a year and two months and she had shed more tears for the man that she had loved then she cared to mention.
She had made her decision. She was going to tell him she loved him. That she couldn't live without him. And though she knew he could never love another that she would be there for him. Forever. Always. She turned and grabbed her orange coat that hung off the edge o her couch. She slipped her terrible tennies on and walked out the door. She got outside and looked down at herself. She couldn't profess her love to Sherlock Holmes dressed like this.
She quickly entered her house and when to her closet. It was a small closet that held all her meager attire. She pulled a couple of options out. The black dress that she wore to Johns Christmas party. Obviously Sherlock noticed it but whether he liked it she didn't know. She discarded that item. The next one was a lovely purple dress. The dress exentuated her breasts and did nothing to show off her hips. She decided maybe not the right time for this one in particular. The third one was it. It was a three quarter sleeve dress that reached about mid thigh. It showed of her flat tummy and small hips. She knew it was perfect. She slipped it on and proceed to put on a pair of boots that made her legs look longer. She went out to her tiny kitchenette and found her notepad. She needed to write what she was going to say down. She began to write and write and write, But nothing that made any sense. She tore the paper off and tossed it into the rubbish bin. She then wrote three simple words onto the paper. She folded into her hand and headed out the door. She turned to lock up her flat.
As the key clicked in the lock she felt something hit her head. Her sight went black and the last thing she felt was someone catching her as she fell into complete darkness.
