Chapter 10: Disbelieving
Molly was frozen. She must have heard incorrectly. No other alternative presented itself to her; he couldn't mean that, could he? She stared at his face, trying to figure out what he was thinking. His face was open, seemingly vulnerable, earnest, sincere, caring, and every other expression that Molly had always dreamed of seeing in his face. As if he had somehow plucked her fantasies from her mind. A cold, writhing knot of distrust and suspicion swam in her stomach. Molly couldn't understand.
"You…you love…?"
"You, yes, I love you." His voice sounded sincere, too. No ring of falsehood, but then Sherlock had always been able to get away with lying to her. She was weak when it came to Sherlock. It was at that point that she realized what he was doing.
"Oh, Sherlock. You think I'm that much of an idiot?" She felt a small amount of satisfaction at the shock that flitted across his face, quickly followed by a crinkling of his forehead and the opening of his mouth that indicated he was about to try to convince her of his "love". It was then that Molly felt the first stirrings of anger. "You, Sherlock Holmes, give in to emotion? How many times have you been incomprehensible in the face of sentiment?"
She could see him struggling to come up with a response, but she was quickly gaining intensity in her anger.
"How many times of you insulted me, used me, lied to me? Been cruel to me?" She could feel tears in her eyes and became even angrier than before at her own weakness. "All because you knew you could! You knew how I cared for you, and you used that against me. And I let you! Because I hoped you would someday feel something, anything, in some small similarity of fondness, or at least appreciation. But this, Sherlock, this…is cruel. Even for you."
The tears rolled down her face, blinding her. Sherlock was next to her in an instant, long fingers whipping away her tears and making small comforting noises. Molly hated it instantly. She didn't want to be comforted. She turned her head out of his reach.
"Molly, I don't…I mean I'm not…I am completely serious. I love you." Molly closed her eyes. She could feel her selfpreservation instincts kicking in.
"Stop." Her voice was weak and broken. Sherlock was quiet for a moment.
"You really think me so incapable of emotion?" She could hear the hurt in his voice but forced herself not to look at him. It was getting harder not to give in though. Damn the strength of her feelings for him.
She pulled the blanket up over her shoulders and buried her face in it, as if it were a shield that could protect her from Sherlock's hurt eyes. As if it could hold her breaking heart together.
"Molly-"
"Get out. Just…Please leave me alone."
Molly heard him sigh. His hand reached out and lightly touched her cheek. Molly tried not to lean into his touch. Then he was gone, slipping out of her room and quietly closing the door behind him. Molly curled into a ball, once again ignoring the pain in her side from the bullet wound. She cried, feeling all the heartbreak that she had always known was inevitable.
Author's Note:
Didn't see that coming did you? Mwahahahahaha.
Sorry for the short chapter! But I just love dramatic chapter endings, if you didn't already know. Please review! Oh, and let me know if any of you have any requests for fan art for the story or even your own drawings.