Me: My friend wrote this. She absolutely loves the song and she says it screams 'Sherolly!' So I told her I would post this story for her.
Evil Me: Your a good friend.
H: She is! Thanks for posting this! Anywho, I (Or Me and Evil Me) do not own Sherlock!
My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways, Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life, Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made, And it haunts me every time I close my eyes
-Bruno Mars, When I Was Your Man
Dear Molly,
This is probably the hardest thing I've ever had to say. But still, I have to say it. I'm Sorry. I'm sorry for everything. In the months since I fell off Saint Bart's everything I thought I believed, I everything I thought I knew, it all seems like someone else, not me, did it. I still don't understand how you managed to see good in me. My Pride, my ego, my needs and my selfishness should have drone you away. And now, I can't even tell you how sorry I am, all I can do you is right this letter. But Molly? You deserve so much more. I heard that you finally found someone who will treat you the way you deserve, the way I never did. I hope he takes you dancing, I know you love that. I hope he remembers how you like your coffee. Cream, one sugar I believe.
I wonder if you'll even reply to this letter, I know you moved but I don't know where, the Hospital staff don't even know. I miss you Molly. Yes me, the great consulting detective Sherlock Holmes feels something. Don't rub it in. I've forbidden John to speak of you, but I hear him whispering to Mrs. Hudson, he thinks its Irene Adler all over again. But this is difference, That Women intrigued me. And you, I don't even know where to begin with you. I sound like a fool don't I? Of course I do, I sound, of all things, Sentimental! But Molly, Molly Hooper. I mean what I said, not when I took advantage of you, not when I made you feel like you didn't matter. Molly, you're so much more. You do count, no matter what you think. I'll never get to clean up this mess I made will I? I should have bought you flowers, or something! I should have noticed! I was an idiot molly! An idiot! Moron! Freak. That's all I am isn't it? Donovan and Anderson where right for once. But if you were here you'd tell me to stop believing it, you'd tell me I'm brilliant, you'd look at me with those brown doe eyes of yours and I could deduce everything. I'd give almost anything to see you one more time. Argh! I sound like a sap.
The point is Molly Hooper, I made a mistake I will regret for the rest of my life, I let good, strong, passionate, incredible women walk away. I'm a fool. I hope your boyfriend buys you flowers, and takes you dancing, and treats you the way you deserve. Because the world should know the Molly Hooper matters, she's the one that counts. She's fantastic.
Sincerly, Sherlock Holmes
He mailed the letter, hopefully it would find her wherever she was. Somehow things worked out like that. And a few weeks later a young women received a letter from someone she never thought she'd ever hear from or see again. Maybe it was time to open old wounds…
Me: I'm sure my friend loves reviews...
H: I do!
Evil Me: Don't be a kiss up.
Me: Nobody like you. -_-
Evil Me: I know ^_^
