Heartbreaker
Author's Note: I want to remind everyone that since this is a one- shot series; I will be jumping around in Sherlock and my Oc's relationship, and will do two parters to one- shots if requested. I also will gladly accept suggestions for one- shots; in fact, I insist you guys give me ideas. P.S The title for each one-shot is a song, and I suggest listening to it while reading. If you want to know the artist of the song just read it at the bottom. Enjoy!
He was late. Again. I checked my watch for the twentieth time that night and sighed dejectedly. Sherlock had asked me to dinner after a particularly stressful case, which had put a huge strain on our relationship. According to him, a proper dinner would do us both good. He promised that after solving this case, he would take a break and spend time with me. It wasn't the first time he had promised this.
I had agreed enthusiastically, ecstatic at the prospect of finally spending time with Sherlock. Though I should have known this dinner would end up like all the others.
I looked around the nearly empty restaurant, noticing how the only people left there were couples. I turned my attention to the stub of a candle on my table, when a painful twinge punctured my heart at the sight.
I sighed once more, blowing the air through my teeth. I laid my face on my hand and picked up the half empty wine glass beside me. My disappointed image stared back at me from the glass's reflective surface, showing me how pitiful I looked.
"Oh... Sherlock. What am I going to do with you?" I muttered, placing the wine glass back on the satin tablecloth. If that were any other night I wouldn't have been as angry and disappointed with him. But that night was special. It wasn't only the night for celebrating another solved case. It was the night to celebrate our anniversary. Not that he would remember. I thought, recalling the past times he had forgotten.
I tapped my fingers on the table for a moment before huffing in frustration. That's it. I thought. I roughly grabbed my purse and dug through it, before I found my phone. I turned it on, and brought up Sherlock's number, poising my fingers over my keyboard, preparing to text him.
I paused, unsure of what to write. How about, get your butt to dinner? My mind suggested. "No." I scoffed, shaking my head at the absurd idea. I think a simple 'where are you' will suffice. I concluded, typing just that. It wasn't long before I got a reply.
I unlocked my phone to read Sherlock's answer.
"Busy. Why?"-SH
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. I stared at his response, not wanting to believe that it was real. Not wanting to believe that he had actually forgotten our anniversary, once more.
"Of all the inconsiderate-", I started, but stopped, as tears began falling from my eyes onto my phone. I quickly put it away, and slowly stood up. I rubbed my eyes, trying to retain some of my dignity, and gazed down at the candle. It was almost at its end. Somehow to me, it symbolized a similar fate of me and Sherlock's relationship. I reached over the table, and extinguished the flame.
Author's Note: Song; Heartbreaker by Taio Cruz