WHISPERS AND SOBS
The floor was the only witness of his tears, falling down one by one.
- I even thought I did something wrong.
- You were the only thing that was right.
Whispers and sobs... Whispers and sobs closed in the darkest part of that corridor. The world seemed to remain silent out there.
- I asked you to stop being dead.
- I heard you
Voices cracking. Hearts bounded, healed badly, and broken again, beating sadly one next to the other.
- She reminded me of you somehow.
- I know.
- But I can barely look at her now.
Shoulders will shake in a night like this one. Shoulders were, in fact, shaking. His shoulders. But his hand will grab the others'. His thumb will draw his dry lips.
- Sorry for being late.
- You're never late. I would have waited all my life. Even if you appeared one second before I died, I wouldn't have ever said that you were late.
The grey eyes met wetness again, not for the first time. His arms were keeping a hug that already had a name.
- I went to your grave every single day.
- I was by your side.
- You weren't.
- I was. I heard all the things you said. All of them.
The air danced between soft caresses and close breaths. Two shadows, two silhouettes in the dark of a house. In the dark of home.
- I missed you.
- I missed you.
- Why didn't you tell me?
- I had to delete the Network first.
- I'm not asking that. Why didn't you tell me?
Then silence. Silence of a first kiss, of a second, of a third... We all need that silence for once in our lives. A silence can talk by itself. The brushing of their lips was talking by itself. Why using words when kisses worked way better?
- I was dying.
- I came here to rescue you.
- I'm not a damsel in distress.
- You are my damsel in distress.
Laughing made them both alive. Trembling laughter. Because, after all, anything that doesn't tremble isn't alive.
- I want to be with you.
- You already are. You have always been without noticing.
- No. I'm with her.
- We both know that's not true.
- We both know.
- When?
- Soon.
- When is "soon"?
- When we want it to be.
The invisible distance is the best of all the distances. Their invisible distance was the best one. Thank you, night. Thank you for being made to say things that one can't say tomorrow day, when the sun goes up and the world wakes up. Reality is gone for the night. Always.
- Boys?
- We are leaving; we were setting up a little strategy before the case.
Muted and secret kisses before getting back to the show.
- Time to be Sherlock Holmes.
- You love it, don't you?
- It isn't the only thing I love.
Hello, dears! I just felt the need of writing a short fic like this one. This is an option of what could have happened in the final scene of "The Empty Hearse". After all, I'm a helpless romantic (with a dirty mind sometimes, but a helpless romantic, yes. I hope you have enjoyed and felt the same as me when I was writing it and imagining it in my head. Thank you for reading!
P.S. Chapter 5 of "The answer to your fears" is already written, I just have to upload it. Yay!
