All this was too good to be true and she knew it but chose to ignore. She knew this was coming and she thought she was prepared but all her efforts were in vain. And all it took was just a kiss from him. It felt like she was stuck in that moment and she couldn't get out. The cut this time, is too deep and it would take a lot to heal. She did lose herself to get someone and she regretted it the most.

It has been over a month and he was completely fine or that's what he thought. She followed exactly what he had said and stayed away from him like she didn't even exist. Her absence made no changes in his life or maybe he just refused to accept that it did. He never asked anyone else to bring him his cup of coffee anymore. He would always take the road to St. Barth where he came across her apartment and reason he told himself was that this road was less crowed. He would turn and see every girl that passed by him with a ponytail and same hair colour as hers and he hadn't yet find an excuse to tell himself for this action. He would be extra attentive when he heard her name in John's and Mary's conversation but he was not at all aware of this sudden change in his attention. But he denied all this changes and he made himself believe that his life without her is much better.

Every day is a struggle for her. She fights with herself, her urges to see him. Just a glance she thinks but then she remembers what he had said and she finds new strength to fight. It is hard, it is so damn hard but she has to do it for herself.

"Hey Scott." Molly said as she picked her call getting out of her shower.

"Hey, you're still up for tonight right?" the voice on the other side said.

"Oh yes. Absolutely." Molly answered confidently.

"Thank God. So pick you up at 6 then?"

"Yes. And don't be late I know your habits very well."

"Oh of course not! Now you just go and make yourself look gorgeous."

"Okay, bye." Molly smiled as she ended the call.

Tonight will be good, she was confident. She would make it good.

"Come on, get in." Scott called from inside the car.

"Oh! I'm so excited about this!" Molly said with excitement as she settled in the car.

"I'm really glad to hear that Molls. I hope you have a great time." Scott said giving a genuine smile and drove off.

"This looks so amazing! I'm getting a bit nervous now, Scottie."

"It's okay. You look amazing."

"Okay so, let's get in."

As she entered she instantly felt like she doesn't belong here. First, she had no idea what was the event about, she was just accompanying Scott. Second, the hall was filled with living humans and she was never good with the living ones.

"Oh Scottie! I shouldn't have come here!"

"Molly. Molly. Molly. Relax, it will be alright. I'll be here with you. Now put on that mask."

For Molly the mask was like her blanket, under which she used to hide from the monsters under her bed, when she was a kid. Now the mask is hiding her from the reality. She thought coming here would be a good idea but now she feels the opposite. Scott brainwashed her into believing it was a good idea.

Scott was with her like he promised he would but she still felt out of the place and left out. She didn't want to disappoint Scott by saying what she really felt so, she just kept on her act of enjoying this event. So, she started looking for an escape from all this socialising.

"Oh I'm so sorry. I was –" Molly said as she tripped on her high heels which she is not really used to and caught someone's hand to regain her balance.

"It's alright. It happens all the time." The stranger in the mask, said.

But that voice was no stranger to Molly. She stopped dead just as she heard the voice and caught a glimpse of those blue eyes.

"Sherlock, what's the matter?" a women from behind said, sliding her hand in Sherlock's.

"Oh no- nothing major. I was just being careless. Sorry for that." Molly said, after a moment of awkward silence.

Molly just couldn't believe what just happened right now. Sherlock Holmes is here. He is here with a woman, who seemed to be pretty close to him. Was this really happening? She could think of nothing, the image of Sherlock being with that lady occupied her mind. At that moment she just wanted to get away from here.

She found peace in one of the corridors, where she just sat with her mind completely empty. She decided that she will just leave.

"Molly?" Someone called her from behind just when she was about to leave.

Hey guys! it's here at last! i know this is short but i promise there will be more soon. and thank you so much for your support, it means a lot to me. you guys fuel my writing. i hope you like it and please let me know about your thoughts about this. :)