requested by laqueencita on Tumblr , #30 "Way to not like my Instagram post."
Sherlock never did things the easy way. He could have just told Molly he meant it, but pictures spoke louder than words.
They continued to be friends, closer than ever before. Sherlock had taken to documenting his life with photos. He liked them best as candid and chose to use his Instagram as a photo album. Chemical defect be damned; he was a sentimental person deep down and wasn't afraid to show it anymore.
As he focused on studying the slide beneath the microscope, Molly tugged her hair band out, allowing her chestnut tresses to spill over her shoulder. This caught his eye, as Sherlock had always loved the rare times she let it down. She was catching up on paperwork from the day's autopsies. He snapped a quick photo of her and uploaded it, the caption read 'The love of my life. Her beauty shines inside and out.'
He waited for days to see if she noticed his latest post but no comment was made; not even a like.
"Way to not like my Instagram post," he joked when he arrived at the lab.
"What?" she asked, clearly confused.
"I thought you would have liked the recent post I made," Sherlock explained.
"Sherlock, I didn't even know you had Instagram," Molly laughed. "It didn't seem like your thing; sentimentality and all."
"I knew I forgot to tell you something," he realized. She laughed once more and took her phone out to find and follow him, but not before noticing the photo he took of her. Hesitantly, she tapped on it and tears welled up in her eyes as she read the caption.
"Sherlock," she spoke softly, "why didn't you just tell me?"
"I didn't think you'd believe me after what happened," Sherlock admitted.
"I've always known, you silly man," Molly smiled before sealing the rest of their lives with a kiss.