He watched her at work.

His heart beatings bounded fast he felt his heart would stop functioning if it went any faster, so he put his hand on his heart to calm it a bit.

Hearing she's alive was a thing. Seeing her with his own eyes was another.

He decided this morning he needed her back, how? He didn't know yet, but his life without her was a living hell, that's why he couldn't stay away entirely from her all those past years.

He was about to head to the train station when his brother's message came.

My plane is ready whenever you are…MH

If it was any other time, any other situation, he wouldn't let Mycroft hear the end of his aggressive responses for intruding his personal life after removing every single bug from his house.

Today, saying that he didn't mind it would be a poor description of what he felt.

Mycroft chose her job very well too, he had to admit. At a nursery. After all, pure souls like hers connect easily together.

He grinned when he saw her laughing, she was standing with her colleagues, wearing silly colorful jumper.

Some things never changed, he thought looking to her, wishing her feelings for him was one of those things.

Her hair was shorter now, decorated with a pink bow, the cut suited her. It made her look younger.

'She looks happy Sherlock.' his inner John commented.

"Shut up." He murmured.

'It can't be possible you missed her lipstick and blusher, she's trying to impress someone and am sure it's working.'

"I said shut up." he groaned with low voice.

'She moved on Sherlock, I think it's your time to finally say your last goodbye.'

Sherlock shook his head, trying to clear his head, detach these ideas away, no matter how true they sounded.

He was stumped to the floor, his inner John was winning with every laugh and smile she had, he was about to give up to him, doing exactly what he told him, then he saw it.

She really hoped the bus won't take a long time to arrive. She didn't like to stay alone.

When she was with other people, she could feel normal, she could forget, but when she was alone, she remembered all, her old-her traitorous heart always called it real- life haunted her all her lonely time.

The job she loved and excelled, the friends she left behind, the blue greenish eyes that tortured her in her dreams.

That was why she buried herself in her job and social events, she didn't miss one.

She met Carl in one of them, he was everything her formal -she still has no clue what exactly were they- wasn't, gentle, not taller than her by lot, brown kind eyes, and she could tell he really admired her.

She had it all, a nice job, good friends, a possible successful relationship, but she couldn't remove the idea from her mind that this was a great life, but it wasn't hers.

No, no she made the right decision, she couldn't take it anymore, there was nothing left for her.

Her friends would move on eventually, forgetting her.

He wouldn't feel any change, she chose the new pathologist herself, lookalike her, sweet, hard worker, loves to do experiment, he wouldn't get affected at all.

She had to move on too.

Most of her friends were married and with children now, she didn't see them anymore, she couldn't blame them for giving her the tiniest of their times, she was happy for them of course, but she felt more abandoned year after year.

For her job, it wasn't any better.

A young pregnant wife and an only child for lovely parents received their last goodbyes by their families in front of her with less than a week between them.

A man in the same age and ironically the same physical form of her love ended up on her slab, he overdosed. She cried the whole autopsy.

Knowing what he did was the final straw that broke it all.

He killed a man, went in a death mission, overdosed, and came back while she knew nothing, she was nothing to him, she finally accepted, she knew she would never stop loving him too, she thought bitterly.

So when Mycroft Holmes appeared in her front door with the magical solution, she didn't even think, she just took it.

"I assure you Dr. Hooper, it won't take much time before you get back, your life, your job position and your home will be here for you when it's safe again."

"What if I don't want to?"

"I believe Dr. Hooper we don't have a choice for this matter, Moria…"

"No, Mr. Holmes, you got me wrong, what if I don't want to come back?"

She remembered their conversation like it was yesterday, every word of it, her opportunity to have a normal life, her perfect cure from the consultant detective. it felt then. She thought before about leaving, moving away and on from everything, she could remember all the times she almost did then had cold feet, giving herself excuses that her friends would talk her out of this decision , or her job needed her, or he would follow her and nag till bring her back, not out of appreciation or admiration, but out of need and dislike for changes, she felt weak to leave in such a way, but she wasn't strong enough to do it in any other way.

She didn't feel much cured, he was surrounding her. Her thoughts, her dreams, he was everywhere. Maybe she needed more time, she told herself.

She shook her head to get rid of those dark thoughts, getting her phone out of her purse to text one of her friends.

Before she could send her text, she heard a voice she didn't hear for months and never thought she would hear it again.

"You look sad."