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I walked down the road as the sun was high in the sky without a cloud to be seen. It was summer now and that made me smile. I think I almost had a tan; I hadn't had one of those in years. I wasn't even trying, lately I found myself taking walks in the park in the middle of the day or doing errands for Sherlock or John. I guess the sun found me then. my pink hair had long been gone and honestly, I didn't miss it.

I almost hopped down the road. Why I was in such a chipper mood, I have no idea. It was just one of those days that I felt happy with myself and content with what I had. Lately those days have been coming more often. I didn't fight it, I didn't stop it, I left it come and I embraced it. I was tired of feeling weighed down by the world or just simply mad at it for what it has given me.

It had been about five months since the explosion and Lestrade still believed that all the treasure was destroyed. I didn't think he would ever find out the truth and that didn't bother me. As for Zane, I saw him once in prison it was maybe a month ago. He looked.... broken..... like I did not too long ago. That image and moment was still fresh in my mind.

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"What did you want from me Zane?" I snapped through the phone as I looked through the glass into his honey colored eyes that were now black. His eyes had rings around them, like he wasn't getting sleep, and by the bruise he had on his neck, I guessed that he hadn't made good friends since he'd been here.

"Nice to see you look so good." he said with a chuckle that was almost a cough. He was not thriving here and in the back of my mind I almost felt sorry for him, I knew the feeling. I was dying when I was here too. But that feeling of sorry was gone as fast as it came.

"Spare me the complements Zane. What do you want?" I asked, my tone demanding.

"How do you like your treasure now?" he grinned at me.

"I don't want to talk about it," I said bluntly making him believe that I didn't have it anymore. I slouched my shoulders for a second and then regained my 'confidence'.  "Now if that is what you want to talk about it, then I'll be leaving."

"No. I... I want to say sorry."

I bit my lip before I glared at him. Why would he have me come all the way here just for him to tell me that? "Really? That's all you wanted to say? For all the things you have done to me, all the people that have gotten hurt or killed, all you say is sorry? Well I'm sorry but sorry isn't going to make up for all the horrible things that you have done to me."

"I didn't want to kill you. I didn't want to kill Sherlock. Just some things happened that I never foresaw...." he mumbled to me.

I looked at his slouched body, not willing to talk to him anymore. "Yeah, ok I'm done with this." I said and got up and hung up the phone. I didn't want to hear what he had to say, I was never going to forgive him for what he had done to me or anyone of my friends. He didn't deserve that and sorry wasn't going to make it better.

I took a sharp left and turned on to Baker Street. Sherlock said that he wanted me to look at this case he had been working on all morning. I had been out all day, doing nothing but it was nice. I needed one of those days ever once in a while.

"What have you been off doing?" Sherlock said as I walked into our flat.

"Nothing, just enjoying the sun," I shrugged, telling the truth. I have been doing that a lot more lately. Ever since everyone saw me broken and weak that week when Sherlock got shot, I realized that I didn't care if people knew the real me. I had many sides and I wasn't ashamed of showing them. There were still times that my bluntness came out or times were I wasn't willing to tell the truth but they didn't come as often as they use to.

"Well can you look at this firewall for me. It needs to be cracked and I tried but got nowhere. I knew that you could do it though," he said and pushed the laptop towards me.

I nodded as I sat down on the floor and felt my fingers fly over the keys in front of me. "Have any big plans for tonight?"

"Just dinner."

"With John?"

"No, molly." This made me freeze mid type. "Wait, what?" I asked as I looked at him.

"I'm going out for dinner with Molly."

"Since when was this planed?"

"Last week."

"Mmm...." I said as I thought about it, trying to make sense of what he was talking about. Since when did he care about dates? Or for that matter girls in general?  He never has and I thought he never would. Always a loner, loner for life him and I.  Or did Molly ask him because I'm pretty sure that he would never ask her. 

"After all that she does for us she needs to be treated," Sherlock shrugged as if it was no big deal.

 "Ok then," I said trying to stay as calm as he was about this and continued to type on the keys again. Never would I think that he would ask a girl out for dinner let alone Molly. Was he even capable of having feelings for women? After about 10 minutes of typing I smiled, I cracked it.

"Did it?" Sherlock asked and stretched out his arm to grab the computer. I handed it to him and got up from the floor.

"When is your date?" I asked, trying to sound casual about it. If he was going on a date I better help him because I don't think he could do this on his own.

"I have an hour."

"Don't be late picking her up. She won't like that. And don't read her or the waiters. That's embarrassing for everyone around. Do you know what you're going to wear?"

"I think what I am wearing now is fine."

I looked at him from head to toe; he was wearing loose dark pants that had a slight plaid pattern on them with an off white shirt with a stain and a missing button. "You wore that yesterday and it smells." I got up and walked into his bedroom without another word and pulled out a white button down shirt and fitted slacks. "This is better."

He frowned but didn't say anything because I was right. I was always right about this kind of stuff. Why I couldn't have a solid boyfriend was beyond me. I had come to the realization that I was probably going to be lonely forever. At least I had Sherlock and John and miss Hudson.

"Well I'm going to head out. We need milk." I said satisfied of the job I did.

"Can you pick up some cheese while you're out?"

"Sure," I said as I put my shoes back on and walked out the door.

I walked to the tube and took the next stop off. I liked Tesco a lot better than the local store on Baker Street. As I walked down the road a young man with light brown hair caught my attention. Kale. His hair was styled to the side and he was wearing a button down shirt with a pair of rolled shorts.  I made eye contact with him and looked at my shoes quickly. I wasn't going to try to talk to him unless he made the effort first. It had been over three months since I last saw him and he hadn't changed at all. He was still handsome, still confident, and still sad.

"Aurora," Kale said as he walked up to me.

My heart stopped. He came up to me. What did he want to say that hasn't been already said? I already left my ears turning red to match my hair. "Hey Kale."

"I just wanted to tell you that I am leaving the country for a little. My brother has made a mess with the wrong group and I am working on fixing it. I don't know what else I can do to fix this Rori. I miss you."

"Kale..." I didn't know what to say to him. I wanted to give in and let him kiss me like he used too but he helped almost kill Sherlock, and me for that matter. He worked against me. He worked for the only man I truly feared. I wanted to forgive him and so things could go back to normal but a part of me said that he would just crush me again.

There was a minute of silence as I was lost arguing with myself. Kale bit his lip as he looked at me and then said, "Well good bye Aurora." with that he turned on his heels and started to walk off.

I did miss him. I wanted to give him another chance. People gave me another chance and look were it got me. But if I gave him another chance will he do the same thing again? There is no way of knowing. Sometimes you just had to make a choice; someone was always going to get hurt. This was life and why was I so afraid of livng it? "Wait, Kale!" 

He turned to look at me, his eyes sparkling, clearly holding back tears.

"Let me know when you come back. I would love to have dinner some time."

"I will do that. I'll see you soon."

"See you."

And with that he started to walk off again, this time not dragging his feet.

People deserve chances, people always will make mistakes. I make mistakes and people forgive me. Why should I not forgive others? Why was I hiding myself, I was going to get hurt. Why not take a leap and enjoy the fall?

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