It's been a long day without you, my friend
And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
We've come a long way from where we began
Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
She never really got around to hating them. But she felt less pain than she thought she ought to, that night. At least, for their sake. But they were not the only ones she would be leaving.
Him. She wondered how he would react. She would miss him more than anyone else, this she knew. It hurt, the thought of severing all ties with him. Worse yet, she could not simply disappear into the night just like she would have preferred to. She would have to meet him, because she needed his help. She would have to see the disappointment in his eyes. She had hoped it would be dark enough, that night.
But of course, she was not lucky enough. The image of his face was seared into her mind. She never wanted to do anything that would ever cause her to see it again. The chances of that were few anyway. She did not plan to return. Ever. And he was still a part of that world, much as he liked to pretend otherwise.
It still hurts, sometimes. Every time she thinks of it. So much for time 'healing' everything. She promises herself she will never let herself close enough to anyone else for it to ever matter again, but she is wrong. Very wrong, for her defenses are easily broken by the Holmeses and Watsons.
And when Sherlock jumps from the roof, the pain comes rushing back, multiplied manyfold by the fact that she knows he isn't dead, but dead to the world. She wonders if that is what she is too. Dead to one world. She is privy to the plan, but it doesn't change the fact that she will not hear from him for a long time. She doesn't even an have an end-date to his plan. The world thinks he is a murderer. The world thinks he is dead.
They all think she is heartbroken over Sherlock. She lets them. She is hurt, but she is not quite in love with him as they seem to believe. She doesn't want to tell them the truth. She hardly cares enough about what they think, really. Besides, the truth is more absurd than the fiction they make up in their heads. Because she see someone else, and in that person, she sees him.
For Molly, it never really was Sherlock.
Notes: Second Chapter! This one hints a bit at her friend :). This is hopefully more detailed and better paced than the original version, which was one of my main issues with it.
(Original found at: (fanfiction).net(slash)s/11953837/1/Irises )
The song lyrics at the beginning are from Charlie Puth's "See You Again".