Come back, Molly -SH
Please -SH
This is childish -SH
Sorry, you are not childish -SH
I miss you -SH
Please, I'm really sorry -SH
Please Molly, I didn't mean what I said -SH
Forgive me, I beg you -SH
Molly, please -SH
Delete all messages?
Yes.
Molly deleted all of them, she didn't want anything to do with him, not right now, not after all the hurtful things he had said. She wasn't sure is she would ever want to see him again.
They had been arguing, again. This time it was her fault, she had been tired of Sherlock not paying her attention and tried to flirt to another man to make him look at her. That was her first and only mistake, because she awoke the jealous and possessive beast in him. He had grabbed her by her elbow and taken her home, were they had shouted , insulted and growled at each other. She had accused him of never paying her attention, only when he needed something from her, and he had told her calmly and heartbreakingly coldly that he would pay her attention if she was something worthy to do so, like The Woman had been. That had been the last straw, with her eyes full of tears she grabbed her coat and ran away from Baker Street ignoring Sherlock's shouts and pleas, who had just realized what he had done.
She played with the gold band in her hand, thinking if she had done the right think marrying him one year ago. Now, she was starting to regret her decision, but she didn't regret what she was about to do: run away to Castle Combe, she had friends there who would welcome her during a few weeks until she found another job and a house of her own. She could be happy, couldn't she? Start a new life and get away from him, his rudeness, his hurtful comments, his arrogance and his selfishness, but with did she felt like a part of herself had died?
Sherlock, rarely panicked. The last time he panicked was when he had to jump off from a building, but that had been three years ago. Now he was feeling worse than then.
Molly didn't answered his messages, didn't get his calls and didn't give him signals that she was still alive. He had royaly messed up this time, and a part of him- which irritantingly sounded like Mycroft- told him that she may not come back this time.
His heart stopped at the possibility of her not comming back this time. Molly always came back, didn't she? She loved him, right? She had a great heart and was always so forgiving and caring…
Sherlock stood up, he couldn't take this anymore. He had to find her, know that she's alright and make her forgive him, if he had to beg and kneel he would do that without thinking twice.
His phone beeped, he got the call too quickly, in hopes it was Molly calling. But no, it was Mycroft.
"What the fuck could you possibly want now, Mycroft?" He growled, ignoring Mycroft's scoff at his choice of words.
"She's taking the last train to Castle Combe, don't mess it up again." And he hung off the phone.
Molly had bought the ticket of the train which would take her to her new life. That had been easy, but now, she was starting to have doubts. She had no luggage and she couldn't leave her work and her friends, but what could she do?
"Molly!"
She stiffened, What the hell is he doing here?
"You were leaving me." He said in a hurtful tone. She noticed that she may had said that aloud.
"Sorry, Sherlock." She said moving towards the train. He grabbed her firmly by the elbow.
"Don't go, please." He begged, ignoring how vulnerable he sounded. She didn't answer, but she didn't move either. Sherlock took a deep breath.
"Molly, please. I'm sorry, I'm really really sorry about what I said to you, I was stressed by a case and I was so angry of seeing you with another man that I didn't realize what I was saying until it was too late. I know that I don't deserve you, that I never had, but If you leave me I… I don't know if I'll be able to live again…"
Molly shot him a confused look, and he swallowed hard, he was starting to succeed but he wouldn't stop now, he had to make her know how much she mattered to him.
"I've always been a monster, a machine, a dickhead, an asshole, a stupid, a heartless bastard. I've never faced fear, except that time at the pool and that day of the Fall, and maybe at Baskerville. But the prospect of not having you awaking by my side every morning and not having the chance of seeing you again, makes me… feel… like wishing that Mary's bullet had killed me. You deserve much more than me, and that's something that makes me feel… scared. Scared that one day you will find someone who's better than me and you'll leave me for good. And I won't be able to endure that."
Molly stood in silence, and Sherlock felt the lump forming in his throath.
"Molly, please, don't leave me. I don't want to loose you, you are my entire lifestream"
Quietly, Molly slowly moved to him and softly embraced his neck. His arms embraced tightly her waist and he grounded his head in the pale skin of her neck, inhaling deeply.
"I'm sorry." She said. "I won't do that again."
Sherlock gently kissed her head.
"It's not your fault, Molly. It's never your fault."
They stood there, hugging each other. The train had gone, but neither of them cared.
