Chapter 14
I'd Make You Unhappy
The taxi came to a halt at approximately half twelve on a Saturday afternoon. The sun was high in the sky and Trafalgar square was packed with citizens and the usual tourists. Younger people were sat upon the huge lions or simply just sitting on the column listening to their music or chatting to one another. Striding out of the taxi, he stood on the square his eyes immediately darting around. It didn't take him long to spot her, she was peering over one of the fountains, looking deep into the cool sky blue water. Most Saturday's she would come here, it was her favourite London attraction and she got everything she could out of it: happiness. Placing his hands in his pockets, he made his way towards her. Standing behind her he waited, wondering how long it'd take her to realise someone was there. Suddenly, unexpected she peered a little to close into the fountain and her first reaction was push herself backwards- though in doing this her feet slipped on the wet stone beneath her feet where the fountain had spat out water and flew forwards again. Two arms flung around her waist and pulled her back just in time. Page spun around in shock- her eyes flew upon her "saviour", her mouth dropped open, and she exhaled and managed to calm herself a little. Letting her go, Sherlock grinned and rolled his eyes at her. "Careful, you don't want to fall in there; I imagine it's pretty cold." His words were sarcastic but it did not come across like that.
"Thank you." She breathed out flashing a quick look over her shoulder at the fountain, which had almost swallowed her whole. "What are you doing here?" She asked trying to forget the heat that her cheeks seemed to be producing- Sherlock couldn't help but smile at her cherry coloured cheeks so he.
"I thought you could use some company." He shrugged and perched himself on the edge of the fountain and indicated for her to sit as well. Taking a short sigh she plucked up the courage to sit beside him, she didn't at him, she just focused on the nearest lion on Nelson's Column.
"How did you know I was here?" She asked finally turning to look at him.
"It's your favourite place, your here most Saturdays aren't you?" He asked her, though he already knew he was right. She chuckled and looked into his eyes, he stared back for a few seconds before looking ahead and breaking it. She sighed a little and they sat in silence for a moment.
"I really like you Page." He murmured, her head snapped up. "But you need to know, I'm not the one for you, I...I don't love you. I'm sorry Page, you have to know I'm married to my work. I'd make you unhappy. You deserve better." His words seemed rushed, as if they'd been rehearsed but spoken out badly. Page looked down at the floor, pursed her lips together, and stared out at the sun. Not really knowing what to think or say she muttered something that seemed to fit the "conversation."
"I didn't say that I...look I understand."
"Come on let's get a taxi and go home."