January 22nd
Molly
5:17 AM
Molly was holding his hand tight, wondering what he was thinking. She could see sparklings of tears forming in his eyes and she just wanted to die; it hurt so much to be keeping something from him. She was about to speak, say something to break the silence when he spoke up, blurting out a question she wasn't expecting to hear.
"Did you really love him?"
Molly snapped out of her reverie and stared at him, a little blankly, before it sinking in who he was talking about. Molly's cheeks flushed and she just gave him a quick nod before dropping her eyes to their joined hands, frowning a little. She was scared a little of what he was going to say... scared he was going to say he loved Sherlock too.