Love is confusing. Sometimes we find love in what's impossible, sometimes we find love in what's bad for us, and sometimes we find love in ourselves alone. But what if you don't understand the concept of love? What if love has always been something you thought was always an illusion created by humans to satisfy their own personal needs?
That is something Sherlock Holmes used to believe when he met her, that one time. Way before we all knew him like we know him today. Before he admitted to being close to those he deep down cares about, before meeting John... before everything.
She was the one… but sadly, she was a little ahead of her time, here in London.