Chapter 9
Page's Announcement
John had left to escort Sarah home, it was around eleven o'clock and Page was thinking of retiring to her flat also. Though being left alone with Sherlock was something she wanted, she wanted to talk to him, especially since it would be her last chance… Sherlock was sitting on the sofa, he eyed her and she caught his look. Right this was it, this was her chance, her chance to tell him she loved him. It would be a waste of time she new, because he did not love her, she'd gathered that much. But as she was leaving tonight. Taking a deep breath and walking a little closer towards him she stuttered her words.
"Sherlock there's something I need to tell you." Her voice was nervous and shaken, as if something was caught in her throat. She watched patiently and nervously as Sherlock's eyes focused on her, as if he knew everything.
"I don't care Page." He snapped shaking his head at her, utter disgust on his face. The colour in Page's cheeks drained and her eyes rapidly swelled, she could feel the tears trying to escape.
"You haven't heard what I want to say to you." She struggled the words, she could feel herself choking. Sherlock grinned cruelly at her.
"I don't need to, save your breaths woman and go home."
"I love you. I love you, you Sherlock, can't you see that?" Her voice was weak and she decided not to care about the tears and she let them run. Sherlock looked up at her and stopped smiling, he watched one of her tears run down her cheeks, he'd made her cry.
"I know you like me Page, but I don't like you and I never will, I'm sorry but I think you'd better go home." He kept his voice low and his head down, this was so frustrating, he'd never been in a situation like this, this was nothing compared to Molly Hooper! Page's face crumbled and it felt as if she'd been stabbed, stabbed through the heart a thousand times and left to die. It was cold in the flat and the atmosphere didn't help.
"You wouldn't know love if it hit you in face, you don't know how to love, you don't know how to care, your so empty aren't you Sherlock. I can see through you, your empty and dead."
"Just go Page and stop embarrassing yourself."
"DON'T WORRY I'M GOING, THERES A CAR WAITING FOR ME OUTSIDE AND MY BAGS ARE PACKED, I'M LEAVING, MY BUSINESS HERE IS DONE. Goodbye Sherlock Holmes, I hope you lead a miserable life." With a quick heel turn she was out of the flat and gone.
Sherlock peered through the window and watched as Page wiped her tears and entered the car…the car…A black car with blacked out windows…that car!