A/N - Sorry this is only short but the plot bunnies wouldn't leave me alone! Its angsty. Reviews are much appreciated. Enjoy!
Disclaimer - I do not own Sherlock.
"I've got this crazy idea that maybe if I write down what I'm feeling you might pay attention, or you might not I don't care anymore. I did once. Oh Sherlock, I cared so much, too much. I knew you didn't give me a second look but I still tried. I still wore that stupid lipstick and I still made you coffee but you didn't notice. You were spectacularly ignorant for such a wonderfully clever man. Yet you still allowed me a glimpse of your true emotions. Do you remember the night before the fall? That's what I liked, the human side of you. Not your brains or your talents, no, I liked your humanity. Those rare glimpses of something entirely human underneath the facade, the real you.
I always thought maybe it might work out well in the end. That one day you might notice me and think that I mattered. Tell me that I was beautiful and give me comfort when I needed it, wrap me in your arms and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I'm not stupid though, I knew it was never going to happen. The false compliments you gave me only lit that hope. Sherlock you were so cruel. I can say that now because I want you to know what you said to me hurt, you used me and I let you. I don't know who I'm more mad at, me or you?
The truth is after you told me I counted I thought things would change. Change for the better. But they didn't. You stayed a couple of days then upped and left. You didn't even say good-bye. Am I really that insignificant I help you fake your death and you don't even acknowledge my existence. You crushed me and I cried. So many times, too many times.
That's why I'm leaving. I have to get a better life I can't wait around for that long, I don't have that much time left. While you were away I did some thinking and I'm moving on. I'm closing the book and starting a new one. A different one and hopefully a better one. I will always have feelings for you, I've come to terms with that but I can't face you right now. I don't know if I ever can to tell you the truth. I doubt if you'll even read this, it wouldn't surprise me if you didn't. You don't care for me and I know that now and it's ok. So I guess this is goodbye sorry I didn't do it in person I would have mucked it up best just go write it down, save my stuttering. We might see each other again Sherlock but if we don't I want to say that you are the most brilliant, beautiful man I have ever known and one day you just might be a good man as well.
Goodbye.
Molly x"
A solitary tear escaped his eye and slid down the page smudging the ink as it went.
"No Molly, I care too much."