Broken Hearted Girl and Doesn't Mean Anything

WARNING: This chapter is longer than usual :)

Word Count: 584

Still don't own anything :(

Today was supposed to be a happy day.

She had finally graduated from Oxford with magnacumlaude.But she couldn't help but remember what she had dreamed of only days before the incident.

She had dreamt that both she and Sherlock would graduate with honours and get a flat together somewhere in London. For then, they would both focus on their chosen careers, but eventually they would start a family. They would move into a bigger house and live a settled life together.

That was her happy ever after.

But of course, he ruined it. He ran a dagger straight through her dreams and hopes of their future lives as one and her heart.

Now, it seemed like she had everything she could have ever wanted. She already had four job offers, which was a lot better than most of her friends could say.

She had found a beautiful, spacious flat in Kensington at a budget rate.

Everything was missing one important aspect.

Sherlock.

Without him, all of that didn't mean anything at all.

Now, they were both leaving University today, separately and going different ways.

He was the one person she wished that she could forget.

The one that she loved not to forget.

And she knew that even though, she hated him and everything he did to her, the second he calls for her, she would run straight back into his arms.

But she was most definitely not going to play the part of the broken hearted girl, who gets down on her knees and begs for him to take her back.

Never.

They hadn't spoken since that day, but now was the time. Sherlock had said his part of the story and now it was time for him to hear her's.

She picked up her phone and dialled his number which she had memorised by heart. It'sabouttimeIforgotthat.

"Irene," He sounded hesitant.

"No, Sherlock. You're not going to say anything because I'm speaking now." She ran her fingers through her hair then started "I always felt like I should of said something before but I didn't because I was afraid you might have walked away. But it's too late for that now." Sherlock didn't say anything, so she continued

"I did nothing to you, to make you abandon me, how you did. I loved you. Maybe that was why. But that gave you no right to not give me a proper reason. See, I don't even want one anymore. Because I still love you and at the end of the day, I will still love you. You might say you respect me but you don't do that enough. And you definitely don't deserve me. So goodbye, Sherlock Holmes."

She hung up and threw her phone onto the bed.

At last, she felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders and she could hold her head up high.