Her tea had gone cold. That was the only indicator that any time had passed since the call has ended. She didn't know how long she had been sitting on her kitchen floor. She hadn't cried. She hadn't done anything. She just sat there listening to the ticking clock on the wall above her door. She just sat there listening to the ticking clock on the wall above her door.
She found it hard to believe that he had said the three words she had been dreaming, praying, and hoping he would say to her since they had met. It would be ideal if she was delighted and excited to take the new step in their relationship. However, from the second she heard his voice on the other side of the phone, she knew something was wrong.
As much as she wanted to, she knew he didn't mean those words he said to her. This was for a case.
Right now, she's felt anger. She knows that he can be cold and cruel sometimes towards her, towards everyone. She might have been a fool, to imagine that he wouldn't be that cruel to her. Her father had often told her that if she wasn't the fool she would never fall in love and somehow, she didn't think what he meant was she would be ruined by it.
Somewhere over the years, she went from being somewhat friends to some sort of lapdog to the famous Sherlock Holmes, providing him with the use of the lab against the hospital's regulations, stealing body parts from the morgue and letting him call her all hours of the day and night to work on a case for him.
Ugh, she had even helped him fake his death leaving her behind to lie to their friends. Then, again they weren't really her friends they were his, Mrs. Hudson was his landlord, John is his partner and Mary was John's wife. Was her whole life wrapped up in the man?
The tiles of the floor were chilly and already giving her a headache from sitting on them too long. She walked across into the living room, pausing to compose herself, not knowing what to do.
Swept up in emotion, she knew she had to do something and that deep down she couldn't let this go. She couldn't forgive and forget everything that happened tonight, deep down she knew it. She knew that she couldn't waste any more time waiting for this guy to even notice her, let alone like her.
How could she pretend now? Staring at the off-white ceiling of her London flat. The foggy confusion of her mind suddenly made sense, she had to leave. She needed to get away, not just for a holiday break. Molly needed a change of air - an escape from the everyday. The last thing she wanted was to be herself.
Not the shy and timid mousy Molly. She needed to be Molly without Sherlock Holmes. She looked around her apartment. Her apartment never felt like home to her; it was more of a place where she could eat and sleep when she wasn't working. To the knowledge of this fact, there was a misshapen pile of bundled-up posts piling up on a little table that sits on a curved cement wall. She had bought it in a charity shop a few months after she moved to London.
She did not open them, or even have a cursory glance, after she flipped through them, they were either job offers
She had never bothered to open them, once she flicked through them, they were either job offers or from other doctors admiring the numerous works she had published. She only ever read them when she felt disrespected or neglected by Bart's. Grabbing a handful of letters and taking the time to work through them one at a time.
Although she personally did not know much about the Ivory-coloured envelope with a green wax seal, any person in the medical profession would immediately recognize the significance of the envelope. She slowly opened the letter, revealing that it was exactly what she needed. Once the novelty of the new prospect commenced, she started to feel excited.
All she had to do was the one thing she thought she would never do. She rang the one person who she knew could help her escape the cage that Sherlock Holmes had become for her.