Nothing Left To Say
Everything was prepared and ready, Sherlock Holmes would die today but she would be there to save him. She would bring him back and pick up the pieces; the only one who Jim Moriarty had forgotten.
After a quick and awkward farewell Sherlock turned for the door to meet his fate, but she wasn't quite finished yet. If he was to die, if all failed she needed him to know, he had to know before what could be the end.
Molly ran towards him, throwing her arms around him in a hug, him freezing in her embrace. If he couldn't see her the words seemed so much easier and after all, she had nothing to lose.
"Sherlock, I have to say it. I need to say that I- I love you."
After what seemed like a minute passed he placed his hands upon hers resting on his stomach.
"I know."
And then, he turned around gently kissing her forehead, no more words of farewell uttered.
But she didn't mind. Now there was nothing left to say.
Hey! Just a little story I thought of since 'The Empty Hearse' started filming today! Short but sweet I guess…
Emily x