Molly reminds me of Sherlock. That's why I enjoy seeing her, and why I only bother making conversation with her. Should I invite her over to dinner? What if she refuses? What if she says yes?

It doesn't take me too long to decide to invite her over. She said yes and that she will be over in the evening. That gives me plenty of time to ready myself, along with the flat. I head out on the town to get something for us to dine on tonight. When I arrive home, I found a text she sent to me thirty minutes ago:

Thanks for inviting me over. I will be there in about an hour. -Molly H.

She will be here in thirty minutes! I'm not even dressed, the table isn't set! What will I do? Quickly, I set the table, prepared the tea, and rushed to my room to find something nice to wear. When I found a suit to wear, I slipped it on, and then heard Molly knock on the door. I rushed to the door, but paused in front of the mirror to make sure I look nice. I inspected myself in the mirror for a short moment.

Well done, Watson, I said to myself, After an entire year, you finally manage to tidy up a bit.

I open the door and let Molly in, taking in her dress she put on. It's a violet dress that goes to her feet, but I spy some silver shoes under her dress as she walks through the threshold. Her hair is done up into a messy- yet elegant- bun. I pour her a cuppa, and she thanks me. I pour myself one too.

We sit at the dining table and dined on the food I have prepared for us. She ate the sushi I prepared and rice with spicy chicken. I ate the same. When we finished eating, we talked about everything going on in our lives and we just tried to catch up on everything going on. The last time I saw her was when I ran into her as I was leaving the cemetary. She was dressed in a black gown with roses in her hands. Tears were slowly running down her cheeks. Tonight, I don't want tears. I want to smile for once, and that's what I plan on doing.

We talked all night long. It was about two a.m. when we decided to tidy up and go to bed.

"Well I better go now. Thanks for dinner. I haven't been this happy in a while." She said to me.

"No, it's far to dangerous to be walking about at this time of night. You can just sleep in the guest bedroom." I insisted. Sherlock's room has been turned into the guest bedroom. I haven't changed anything in there. I just made the bed and never stepped foot in there again.

"No. I'll be okay. I can call a cab." Molly countered. "Plus, I don't have anything to sleep in."

I sighed. I dind't want to argue. "Fine, but I'm going to ride with you." "That's fine with me." She said.

We walked to the door, and I closed as I walked out of it. Molly was already calling after a cab. She got in, and I slid in after her.

Even though we couldn't stop talking back and forth in the flat, it was awkwardly quiet on the way to her home. I got out and held the door open for her. I walked her up to her door, and I told her goodbye. She thanked me once again. "Thank you, John. This has been a wonderful night."

She smiled, and stepped closer to me, taking me in an embrace. We looked up at the night sky. It was full of stars. She kissed me. Have I developed feelings for Molly as she did me? I kissed her back.

I'm not sure how much Sherlock's fall has effected everyone else, but it has left me and Molly devastated. In some twisted way, he also drew us closer.

When I got back home, I went straight to bed, and slept until lunch. I awoke to a missed call from Molly. I made a note to myself to talk to her later. As for now, I feel the need to just take a walk and really embrace the fact that I'm still alive. I head to the woods that are close to the cemetary where my old friend lies. I walk around, studying each tree as I walk, and eventually get lost in my thoughts. Some thoughts are bad, but the majority of them are good.

I think of the kiss I shared with Molly.

I think of the last goodbye I shared with Sherlock.

I think of looking deeply into Molly's eyes.

I think of looking up at Sherlock from the ground.

I think of Molly in her violet dress.

I think of Sherlock's crimson blood on the pavement.

Suddenly, I gain consciousness of my surroundings. I feel myself being watched, but when I look around, I don't see anyone. I am the only one making noise. All I hear are my shallow breaths in the cold air. I look at my phone, but there is no service out here, as I have found myself deep in the woods.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" I asked outloud. I waited a couple moments, but I didn't get a response. I asked again, louder this time, and in response, I heard soft footsteps."Hell-" A hand clasped over my mouth from behind, so I wouldn't see who my attacker was. "Hold still damnit." The attacker said. I recognised that voice. Sherlock? It couldn't be, he's dead. I go still, in shock.

"S-Sherlock?" I ask.

"Hello, Watson. Long time no see." He replied.