Love The Way You Lie
Author's Note: So, since no one suggested a one shot, I decided to write a follow up chapter for the previous one-shot. Maybe Sherlock will redeem himself. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and please R and R! Enjoy!
I awoke to silence. Images of the previous night flashed through my head, causing me to bury my face in my pillow, to try and block out the memories. The echoes of our uplifted voices reverberated around my brain, giving me a brief headache. I winced and clenched the pillow tighter, willing my tears not to fall.
That's when something came in contact with my hand. I paused in my actions and fingered the object, pulling it out from under the pillow.
A smooth, creamy envelope addressed to me, greeted my eyes. I sat up immediately, my heart hammering at the familiar script.
I stared at the letter, contemplating on whether or not I should open it. In the end, my resolve crumbled, when the familiar scent of Sherlock's cologne wafted from the paper.
I carefully opened the letter, being delicate as to not tear it. The smell of him was stronger now, sending goosebumps along my arms. My eyes took in the words on the page greedily, relieved that Sherlock hadn't completely abandoned me.
"Meet me on the roof"-SH
I bit my lip, unsure if I should really go. The last time we spoke, hurtful things were said, but mostly by me. Give him a chance. I thought, rubbing the paper between my fingers. I sat there for a minute, before sighing deeply. I made up my mind.
I reached the roof twenty minutes later. I hesitantly opened the door leading to the roof, and peeked out. Empty. I stepped onto the roof and glanced around, my heart heavy. My throat started to close up and tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Not again. I thought, wrapping my arms around my body. "How could you do this to me again?" I whispered, letting my tears fall freely.
"Do what?" I heard a voice say.
I swung my head around, in disbelief. There before me, dressed in a tux, was my boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes. He stood a distance away, with his hands tucked in his pockets. He advanced towards me, when he spoke again, not breaking eye contact.
"I don't recall doing anything like this before." He said in his rich baritone voice.
I stared at him, the tears still flowing down my cheeks. I turned my head away, ashamed of him seeing me like that. I could sense him getting closer until he stood right in front of me. A hand gently lifted my chin up to stare at him, revealing a tortured look in his eyes.
"Stop these tears." He commanded softly, brushing away the forming ones with his thumb. I blinked, the soft touch surprising me.
"Come with me." He ordered, gently grasping my hand, and pulling me forward. I had no choice but to follow. He led me to the other side of the roof, revealing a romantic setup. I gasped at the beautiful scene before me.
A table with a silk cloth stood at the center, surrounded by dozens of lit candles, filling the area with a golden glow. On the table stood a wine bottle, along with two empty glasses. Sherlock's violin leaned against the leg of the table, adding to the romantic effect.
Sherlock let go of my hand to twirl around, his arms outstretched.
"What do you think? Personally, I think it's a bit much and far too gaudy for my liking, but I know you fancy these sorts of things." He said, taking a seat at the table. He gestured to the seat opposite him. "Please sit. I prepared a special piece just for you." He said, motioning to his violin.
I couldn't. As perfect as that moment was, I couldn't. The pain from the previous night still hurt me, our heated words still haunting me. I hugged myself once more, and shifted my foot uncertainly.
Sherlock stared at me, before sighing. He stood and made his way over to me. He stopped to stand in front of me, forcing me to look up at him.
"I am truly sorry for the pain I've caused you. Please forgive me. I swear to you, it won't happen again." He whispered lowly, his pleading eyes, reflected by the setting sun.
I knew it was a lie. I couldn't even remember the number of times I'd heard him say these words on different occasions. But I did forgive him. I always did. So without a second thought, I threw my arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to meet mine, the two of us lost in a sea of passion.
Author's Note: Song; Love The Way You Lie by Eminem ft. Rihanna