Books (T) 231
She wondered how long she would have to wait. Shiho had never intended on leaving him without a word for so long, but as the weeks dragged on by, decidedly without a stupid-looking detective bursting through her doorway, she knew her original intentions mattered less and less.
At first, it was the thought of teasing him that appealed to her. She had hidden a message in his favorite book, some rare first edition Holmes collection. She figured he'd find it within a day or two of her departure. It had, very clearly, her new address and telephone number.
Two weeks crept by and still no word came. That's when the insecurities snuck in. He's probably thinking, 'good riddance.' I probably did him a favor leaving... Another week passed.
Then came the anger, the 'fuck him, I don't need him to come see me anyway. My fucking debt's repaid and I'm better off without someone who only wanted me around because he needed drugs.'
Now, she's just resigned. There's no way he hasn't seen the note by now. He just… doesn't need me anymore...
Little does she know that he's taken to reading her books in his spare time. Little does she know that instead of rereading Holmes, he's reading her science books and tracing the lines of her scribbles in the margins, missing her, and waiting for her to come back.