A young adult, Mycroft stood in the staircase, watching as she was about to walk out the door. A suitcase at her hand, which laid next to her hip, the other hand opening the door.
As soon as he blinked, she was out.
Mycroft walked back up, to his room, replaying what she said, and her actions. He couldn't bear it, could not bear what his ex-lover told to him. It was going so great, what did he do to cause, such conflict?
Maybe if he slept, he would forget...
Mycroft is a young man in the prime of his life, he just got a job, and was about to marry his girlfriend. He was not the type, fall in love, or even think about marriage. This woman, changed his mind, she was different, from the others. Saying her name, always gave him hope and ease. He felt comfortable with her by his side.
Her name, is (Name). Was soon to become (Name) Holmes. That changed when Mycroft came home.
Did he deserve what he was getting?
His suit was wet, and he did not have an umbrella. (Name) did, she would let him borrow it, but Mycroft said that was hers. When the time came, he would buy one. He took off his tie, opening the door, where was she and why?
Grabbing a few towels, and drying himself, waiting for her to return. He did not notice her door open.
Taking off his coat, he laid it on the chair. In the pocket, was a small black velvet box.
It was a never-ending beautiful gold piece, with a hint of a rare ore, that was once rough, but polish to become an elegant beauty to whom would wear it. A Ring.
The door behind him, slowly opened. Mycroft turned around with the box behind him, he did notice a vile look on her face He also noticed her suitcase, and purse by her side.
He started to tremble,he knew what was happening next, but could not accept it all. His hand behind him began to shake, but was firm on the box, not wanting it to fall.
She was silent, when they looked at each other, did she really say that or did he forget?
Before exiting the room, she opened the door, and mumbled."I'm leaving you...And won't be coming back..."
Should he had intervene?Would he have her today?
She walked down the stairs, he could not see anything but her shining (h/c) flow as she walk down each step.
He walked further down, to see if she was really was doing it. She closed the door as she walked down. The knob was touched by her hand, her wrist moving, while opening the door. That was the last thing she touched,... that knob. She then walked out.
What if he offered to help her take her suitcase down?
...The only thing she left, was an umbrella. A useless black umbrella.
So many ways
To
Change
The
...Future
If only...
He would have done
something...
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Italicized- Means he thinks this in the present
Bold-What he was thinking
Both-The past and present is thinking
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