HEYLOOO! Finally, I pushed my lazy ass to write another chapter! A big thank you to all you lovelies for being this patient. Please let me know your awesome opinions on this chapter. xx
He had done it again. He had hurt her, knowingly.
He found himself rooted at the same spot when he came out of his mind palace. The living room was empty.
He must have filtered out their goodbyes as they didn't matter to him.
He was about to grab his violin when he saw Molly's bag of presents. But what caught his attention was a perfectly wrapped present beside the bag.
It wasn't wrapped in red unlike the last time. It was a dazzling shade of purple. The note hadn't changed though. Three kisses. Romantic attachment. Sherlock was somehow relieved by that. He was about to open it when there was a knock on the door.
It was Molly.
Walking past him, she grabbed her bag and headed for the door.
"It would never be you Sherlock," she said, facing the door, with her back to Sherlock, who was still holding her present "but that someone whom I settle for, would willingly love me back, he would willingly SETTLE with me, which will make him worth settling for." She smiled and turned, finally facing him.
"But of course, you would never understand that." She added sadly. "Merry Christmas Sherlock." She walked towards him and kissed him on his cheek and left with her bag.
His cheek burned at the spot where she had kissed him. Ignoring the weird sensations in the pit of his stomach, he proceeded to open the gift.
It was a blue cashmere scarf. He felt the soft material under his bare fingers. It was warm. Just the way she always was. Warm and welcoming. At the right end of the scarf, he discovered the initials SH. They were embroidered with great accuracy in a paler shinier shade of blue.
He unconsciously wore the scarf in his usual manner, and grabbed his violin.
He began playing "Rhapsody on a theme of Paganini". The sound of his music echoed on Baker St and the minimal sound of children singing carols from by the nearest church was soon drained out by the beautiful melody by Paganini.
Downstairs, Mrs. Hudson who was watching telly, heard his violin. She switched off the crap TV and sat by the window. Sipping the leftover champagne from the party, she silently tried to comprehend the melody because this time, it was just not the usual rough playing. It was calmer and satisfying as if the tune is trying to comprehend itself. With every note, on each pluck of the string, it was sending out questions to an unknown cosmic void. Something told her Sherlock was not going to stop any sooner.
And he didn't.
I'm sorry if its too short. I'll try writing longer ones the next time onwards. Also, I totally recommend listening to "Rhapsody on theme of Paganini". It is an extremely beautiful melody which is sort of on the lines of romantic. And imagining Sherlock playing that tune was HEAVEN! *blushes* ^_^