Notes: In looking over some previous chapters of 'Thesaurus', I have discovered the two things I detest above all else: SPELLING AND GRAMMAR ERRORS. As well as occasions when I left words out or changed a sentence halfway through so it has words that don't make sense. These mistakes are entirely my own, as I do not have a beta. Actually, to tell the truth, I have far too much pride to get a beta. You might even call it arrogance. It's a fault, I know, but what can you do? Well, I write my little unrelated plots on the spur of the moment, so I'll attribute mistakes to that. Also, I love the seven people who have read and reviewed. And because Faersul asked so nicely, here is Repel in Watson's point of view.
Disclaimer: I own a pair of socks with watermelons on them and a huge gaping hole in the toe of the left one, but I don't own Sherlock Holmes.
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Repel in the point of view of Watson
Oh, Holmes, Holmes, why?
Why did you do that? Why must things be like this?
I never knew, never even CONSIDERED the possibility that you could love me. Such an upright man as yourself could never hold such deviant feelings!
I was wrong, and I was blind.
And you KISSED me. That night, after the case, you kissed me.
You were not drunk. I knew that much and neither were you under the influence of your drugs. You had not been near the cocaine in a month.
Oh! Was that why? You gave up the drugs to please me? You knew how much I detested that particular vice of yours.
I digress. You kissed me, and I...I felt only revulsion as your lips were laid on mine.
You sighed and I pushed you away from me in disgust. I began shouting as my infamous temper got the better of me. You stumbled and were silent, and you allowed me to run.
My dear Holmes, why did you do it?