The crowd began to disappear; people were going back to their homes. She stopped searching for him, although she was a tempted to look up from the ground and maybe find him, but her head was too heavy and too foggy to believe there was any chance he survived.
When the crowd is all gone I'll have to look for his body, I'll have to look for Sherlock Holmes's dead body. I'll have to say goodbye. I'll have- I'll have to see Sherlock, The man I truly love,
She bit her lip and sobbed,
dea-
"Molly?"
She thought the sound came from within her head.
Whatever force allowed he to raise her head, she was thankful for it.
A few more tears slipped out her eyes, down her cheeks and to her chin before her vision cleared.
When her eyes focused, she lost any ability to hear anything around her.
Sherlock Holmes stood across the road, confetti in his hair, bruises and cuts on his face and red eyes. For a moment she swore she saw a tear slip out of his right eye.
"Sherlock?" She whispered in disbelief.
He stepped forward, the sides of his lips turned upwards just the slightest.
She gasped, covering her mouth.
"Sherlock!" her voice broke and she sprinted forward into the road.
With a few step his long legs send him to her and they wrapped their arms around each other, meeting in the middle of the road.
She gasped and sobbed into the side of his face, whimpering his name and confessing she thought he was dead and was so terrified.
"I didn't know where you were, Sherlock…" She cried a bit more, tears smearing to his neck and clothes "I'm so happy you're alive!" She buried her face to his neck.
His arms were fixed around her, holding her close as his lips reached to the side of her head for a quick, comforting kiss like the one on Christmas so long ago.
"You did it Molly," He sighed "you did it."
He pulled back to look at her.
"I-" he smiled broadly, thinking of what to say "Thank you, Molly Hooper."
Their foreheads pressed together. She breathed in his smell, feeling safe again.
"Hey fella'!" A short men standing several meters away smiled at the pair, his friends and some girls grinning as they walked together "It may be 15 minutes after midnight, but c'mon it's never too late for a New Year's kiss, don't ya' think?" His friends cheered and nodded their heads.
Sherlock rolled his eyes at the exaggerating friendliness and open-minds of these people, and Molly's face flushed red.
But within seconds the short men and his friends were cheering and whistling toward the spot where Sherlock Holmes and Molly Hooper stood and pressed each other's lips together for the first time.
If her mouth was not so occupied, Molly would have laughed with joy, knowing not only that merely minutes earlier she thought she'd have to return home with Sherlock's dead body.
Yet within a month they found themselves on a plane, fingers interlaced, on the way back home.