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"We'll stay young for the rest of our lives."

"Is that a promise?"

She turned around and found him watching her with a steady gaze. Slowly, she pulled out the earplugs from her ears and swallowed. "I'm sorry."

He moved slowly towards her. "You said, 'we'll stay young for the rest of our lives'."

She shook her head. "Oh, it's a song. I…I…" She stuttered, moving her hands nervously around, lifting the mp3 in her hand.

He slowly nodded. "I see." He paused, focusing his gaze behind her. Silence surrounded them, before he turned on his heel and left her in the lab, confused and hurt.

She worked until her shift ended, and in her mind, she recalled the event of earlier that day. His reaction to her singing or quoting the song by a husband and wife. It had been a love song, one that seemed to speak to her about growing older together.

She didn't remember coming home. The moment she opened her door, she knew something was different.

Entering the living room, she inhaled the scent of lavender from candles on the table and counters. Turning towards the kitchen, she covered her mouth with her hands as she found a cup on the counter with steam. She approached the counter and lifted the cup.

On the napkin underneath the cup, she read. "Turn around,"

She turned and her eyes caught the beautiful colors of his. "Sherlock?"

He hummed. "Follow me,"

She followed his order with a confused expression on her face. She stopped beside him as he turned in front of the couch and helped her sit down. As she sat down, he followed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

"Do you forgive me?" He asked, gently.

She turned her head to look at him with questions. "For what?" She inquired, her mind drawing a blank.

He sighed. "For putting you through what I did," He answered, lowering his head to catch her eyes.

Her head moved up and down, words failing her at the sight of the emotion in his eyes.

"I meant those words, Molly. Even though, they were forced. I meant them." He confessed, though his voice was tight with emotion and she could tell he had struggled to get them out.

She felt the cup being taken from her hands, but she paid it no heed as she searched his eyes. She swallowed as her throat felt parched and full of feeling.

"I don't know what else is there, Molly Hooper, but I want to try. I'm not promising anything, but I want to…" He trailed off at the tears in her eyes.

"We'll work up to it." She whispered, understanding his meaning.

They would work up to the rest of their lives, but for now, it was enough to begin.

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