So, this is the part where this story could go one of two ways. I will do the Great Game, and probably a few more ones based closely on the show. The question, however, is if you guys want me to focus on Sally/Sherlock interaction, or if you'd like me to go more into who Sally is both within and outside of her job. Tell me in reviews.
Whichever you choose, the next chapter will be significantly longer.
This is another post-Reichenbach, but it takes place a bit later than the last one.
I saw his grave, yesterday.
I almost didn't, I wasn't going to, but I'd visited my sister, and she'd been off again, and I hadn't been able to look at my boyfriend for a week because, fuck, we killed a little boy, and work was crap for so many reasons.
So there I was, alone in my car, wondering what the hell had happened to my life, and sort of hoping for that cathartic release that comes from sad music and slow, calm tears.
And then I saw the graveyard, and, fuck, why not, so I bought a nice big yellow flower, because, you know, that's what people do, and walked over in my jeans and t-shirt.
I stood there for a while, holding that flower, staring at that black square, which was wrong, and waiting for the tears to come because I'd killed a little boy, and he'd killed so many, and those poor children almost died, and I'd yelled at my sister when she hadn't understood, and I'd ignored my boyfriend, and he has a fucking wife.
What the hell happened to my life?
But then my phone rang, and even though I ignored it I realized that the flower was a crumpled pulp, the pigment of the petals staining my left hand, and I still hadn't cried, so I announced to the black square that I would go apologize to my sister, but I went home and laid on the couch and drank wine and cried instead.