The Man With No Heart

by agirlwithkaleidoscopeyes

John and Sherlock have been living quietly for months due to a lack of cases and their friendship has become increasingly strained because of it. But when John finds Mia, a young girl, in Baker Street one day their lives suddenly become incredibly chaotic once again - Moriarty, presumed dead for a whole year by Sherlock, is inexplicably but undeniably very much alive...Sherlock/OC

37. Chapter 37

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Mia

I did not think about what I was doing or where I was going; all I knew was that I had to go somewhere. Anywhere at all. I had to get away...escape.
The sky was just beginning to turn orange and pink, preparing itself for the moment when the sun would finally set. It used to be my favourite time of day; not quite evening, but not quite afternoon either. It was the time when the world seemed to ache with anticipation. And the time the world looked the most beautiful...but I could no longer see the beauty within the world. I couldn't.
I walked through endless streets, not knowing where I was or where I was going. People blurred by. Everyone remained in their own state of oblivion. They were not aware of all that had changed...how could they have been? My whole world had been shaken, stricken by destruction, and yet the outside world had not altered. I almost wanted to shout at them all, perfectly safe and content in their own perfect worlds. Look at me, I wanted to scream, can't you see that I'm broken?
Sherlock's words seemed to echo with every footstep.
"We can't do this..."
Couldn't what? I kicked a stone with the dirty sole of my Converse trainer angrily. Couldn't be with me? Couldn't mislead me? Couldn't pretend he loved me?
I walked for a little while longer as the sky burst into a crescendo of colour. I took a bus as the sun began to set, and then a train and then another and got lost somewhere inbetween. I didn't care anymore. Every bone in my body seemed to ache with fatigue and disappointment. My heart hurt. I leant my head against the cold glass of the dirty window and closed my eyes.
I awoke suddenly to find that the sky had darkened. Blue. Deep blue. Dusk had fallen. The elderly lady beside me had nudged me. When I looked around, the train was almost deserted. She looked at me with pity as I stared at her but said nothing more and walked away onto the platform.
I was completely alone.