Type: Songfic (Not Broken Yet by Juliet Simms ft. Andy Biersack)

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Warnings: This is a long imagine. LIKE REALLY LONG.Every warning I've ever had, I took all my imagines and this is kinda made up of emotion and flashbacks. PLease read the lyrics they are so beautiful. I went all out for this final imagine for this book, I do have flashbacks to other oneshots but to make it not so boring I've tried to add little bits to the old imagines. I tried to incorporate my sassy humour and my emotion. For those of you who told me to do the song Paint it Black, it didn't have enough lyrics. Enjoy the 100th sherlock imagine written by myfirstnameisagent

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING STUBBORN?!"

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO OVER DRAMATIC?" Sherlock roared back, clenching his fists tightly.

Anger pulsed throughout you, it churned with you, you gritted your teeth. You were almost disgusted by the sight of your husband.

"ALL I ASKED WAS THAT YOU TAKE A DAY OFF TO COME TO YOUR DAUGHTER'S THIRD BIRTHDAY PARTY!"

"I'M SORRY I CAN'T STOP THE REST OF THE WORLD!"

"IF YOU TRULY CARED ABOUT ME AND YOUR DAUGHTER YOU WOULD MAKE TIME!"

"DON'T YOU DARE QUESTION HOW MUCH I CARE ABOUT MY DAUGHTER!" He stood from his seat, stepping towards you. His eyes narrowed, filled with so much rage that it normally would have scared you, but now it just fueled your fire.

"WHY DID YOU EVEN BOTHER PROPOSING TO ME OR STARTING A FAMILY IF ALL YOU WERE GOING TO DO IS PUSH US ASIDE?!" You spat words back at him like they were filled with venom.

"I DIDN'T WANT A WIFE OR A FAMILY!" Sherlock growled.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat, Sherlock's eyes widened as he realized what he'd just said. The world seemed to come to a stop, the flames of anger and hatred suddenly exstinguished. You felt a numb feeling wash over you, your hands slowly began to tremble.

"(Your Name). I didn't mean it! I-" He fumbled for words, reaching for your hands but you stepped back. You looked down at your hand, placing your fingers on your shimmering wedding bands. "I think you did." Your tone was so cold you could have sworn you saw him shiver, all emotion had been sapped away from you. "I'll pick up Annabelle from Mary and John's and we'll be out of your hair." You slipped the rings off your finger and threw them at his feet. "For Good."

The sound of your ring clattering against the silent room, seeming to seal the fate.

You slowly turned away from him, not bothering to see his reaction as you opened the bedroom door and slipped inside, slamming the door behind you. As soon as you stepped through the doorframe, emotions crashed down on you. You felt as if you were drowning, every time you brought your head above the waves crashed back down on you, pulling you back under. The suffocating regret warped your thoughts as tears pricked your eyes, sadness fueled the hysterical sobs that were ripped from your chest. You struggled to breathe, collapsing onto the bed. You gripped the blanket tightly, tears staining the covers. What did you just do? It seemed unfixable, like you'd broken the last piece that was holding your entire relationship together. Anger and sadness seemed to take turns, you went from wanting to punch the wall to crying to punching to crying. You curled up in a ball, using the covers to muffle the sounds of your crys.

You laid for what felt like eternity until the last sob racked your body, the last tear had fallen. You slowly inhaled, your eyes fixed upon the wall. You sniffled, slowly sitting up. You swung your legs over the side of the bed, slowly pushing yourself onto your feet, you went to walk but something caught your foot, causing to fall freely into the air before a sharp pain shot up your side as you collided with the floor. "What the fuck?" You turned to find a small book peeking out from under the bed, you propped yourself on to your knees and picked it up. The cover was red, golden cursive writing on the front. You leaned against the bedpost, placing it in your lap. You opened it to find a small note on the inside of the cover.

"to Sherlock and (your name) Holmes, never forget the memories that brought you to where you are now." - Mrs. Hudson

You raised an eyebrow, when did she give you this?

back when we first kissed 

You looked at the first picture and smiled softly,John must of taken it, it was a picture of you in Sherlock's arms, your (hair color) locks tousled, dark bags under your eyes. Your bones were apparent through your clothing, revealing you hadn't been eating. His face was buried in your hair, his eyes alive with emotion. John must have taken it, it was the day you had found out Sherlock was alive.

it felt like every star above our heads aligned

"surprise?" his lips pulling into a small nervous smile. "Now before you do anything you might regret-"
He was cut off by you launching yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him under the trench coat tightly. He was speechless before he eventually wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your hair and breathing in your familiar scent. After what felt like a lifetime you pulled away, "Y/N....."
He was interrupted by a sharp slap to the face. "You could have called!"You narrowed your eyes at him before hugging him again, "don't you ever do that again!" You felt fresh tears prick your eyes. "I thought I lost you." A broken whisper escaping your lips, Sherlock's grip around you tightened.

Every little piece fell into placece and every single moment made us feel alive

You turned the page, a tear dropping down on the next one. You used your sleeve to wipe it away, moving your arm to find a picture Sherlock must of taken for his own amusement. It was a picture of you with a blanket pulled over your head and wrapped around you, your eyes wide as your horror movie flashed upon the screen in front of you. You shook your head, looking at the next page. It was a picture of you and Sherlock, a leather jacket was pulled over his skinny frame as you leaned against his bike, his arm around your waist. Your high school dork liking to think he was the bad boy, but in reality he was just a giant nerd wrapped in leather. You sighed, things use to be so much clearer, you thought you'd figured Sherlock out, but in reality you were back to square one.

Never use to be so complicated

 Sherlock cleared his throat before kneeling down next to you and helping you pick up your books. "That took guts." You both reached for your chemistry textbook, and your fingers brushed, sending jolts of electricity all for you. His touch left a lingering warmth. Your eyes locked with his,"Thank you." You said softly. You two just stared at each other for a moment. The ringing of the bell pulled you from your trance, you leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek. "I believe we have a test today Mr. Holmes." You smirked and stood after you packed up the rest of your things. He stood as well, a deep blush covering his face.

"Um I-uh would you maybe like to um go out sometime?"
"I don't see why not." You smiled warmly.

You intertwined your fingers with his and the two of you made your way to your forensics class. 

"Why didn't you ask me sooner?" You questioned, looking at him.

A light blush crept up his neck as he cleared his throat, "I thought you and George were um, well...."

You couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Greg is like my big brother!" 

"I didn't know." His tone was defensive, it was quite clear he was trying to hide a smile.

"C'mon dork, we're gonna be late." You sighed and pulled him towards the class.

no in between just black and white

You turned the page, tears forming as you recognized it perfectly. Your Birthday Suprise, the day Sherlock proposed. You bit your lip, you'd pictured a perfect marriage, a perfect family, that day was when it all began. Little did you know, you were about to be hit in the face with a good dose of reality. A nauseating feeling came over you as you saw Sherlock down on one knee, the ring he was offering you was the same one you'd just thrown at him.

when everything turns to gray, I still see you

"I'm sure." Sherlock took a shakey breath before grasping your hand in his, a rare sign of affection. "{ your full name }, I've never done anything like this before, but... Well um..." He cleared his throat and reached towards his pocket and you watched him carefully. "You've stuck with with me when I faked my death, you were always there even when I did my best to push you away, you stayed with me. You could silence me or Mycroft with just one look, the way youve shown me how important human interaction truly is. I'd never truly known sentiment and compassion and emotion until I met you." He stood before kneeling on the floor and a ring was in his hands. "Y/N L/N, would you please become Mrs. Holmes?"

Your eyes widened, a hand flying over your mouth. You found yourself speechless, all you could do was nod. Sherlock carefully slid the ring on your finger, he slowly stood and forgetting any class or anything you wrapped your arms around him tightly. You pulled him into a sweet embrace, a tear streaming down your cheek. People applauded around you but all you could see was Sherlock. You intertwined his fingers with yours, "I love you." You said softly. He uttered four simple words you thought you would never hear.

when the cold won't go away, I can still feel you

Your eyes floated over the page, the next photo becoming clearer as you wiped your tears away. You couldn't help but smile, it was a picture of your sprawled out on top of Sherlock, giving a big cheesy smile as Sherlock laid under you, looking completely horrified. The night you and the gang had played seven minutes in heaven.

Even when the sky is fallin'

You were cut off by Sherlock's lips on yours, it was a soft, gentle kiss. You felt him snake his long arms around your waist,you were momentarily stunned before you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your phone clattered to the floor, you felt as if the entire world had stopped. Never wanting the moment to end, he was soon pressed against the door, the kiss getting more heated.

Suddenly bright light cut through the small space as the door opened, Sherlock fell, you landing on his chest as you followed in pursuit. You both found yourselves looking up at the other three. Lestrade with his phone aimed at you, "Smile."

"Cheese!" You flashed a smile, Sherlock looking utterly mortified.

"So are the two of you a thing?" John asked, smirking.

You looked down at Sherlock who didn't seem to protest, "I think so." You smiled warmly, placing a kiss on his forehead. Mary gave a little clap, turning towards John. "You owe me 10 pounds!" She smirked as the three turned back towards the living space.

"Y/N." Sherlock asked, a smile upon his lips.

"Yes?"

"Will you uh, be my girlfriend?"

"No."

Sherlock's eyes widened, his smile immediately gone. "You just told Mary-!"

"I'm kidding, idiot." You smirked, "but now you're my idiot."

The genius looked relieved, his eyes met yours.

"Y/N."

"Yes?"

"Could you please get off of me?"

and I'm hangin' on by a thread

You chuckled slightly, looking over at the picture on the opposite page. There was a selfie of when you and Sherlock played Twister, he was pouting while you were in a victory pose. Beside that was a picture of Sherlock fast asleep on the couch, Bones curled up on his chest. You sighed, you'd had to give him away due to Annabelle's allergies. On the next page was one of your favorite memories, a picture Molly had taken. It was a cat curled up with an otter curled up next to her, their flanks pressed together, a small hedgehog laid on his back. His tongue was hanging out as he slept. You chuckled, you'd all agreed to keep this little treasure as your secret. Sherlock had put his life on the line for you.

I'm standin' on the edge of nothin'

"I'll do it. Just don't hurt her." Sherlock clumsily climbed on to a stool, Jim sat with the vials in hand. "Choose one and I'll drink the other, choose carefully, your army Doctor isn't here to save you this time." You wanted to claw that smirk off his face. Wait... Claw....

Sherlock stared at him, his guarded eyes floated over each vial. He reached forward with his paw and picked one. Jim placed it in front of him, his grin never wavering. Sherlock popped the top, it was only inches from his lips when....

"JESUS CHRIST!" You and Sherlock looked down to find various quills in Jim's hand, followed by a little hedgehog hanging on by his teeth biting into Moriarty's hand. You turned and brought up your paw, slashing your claws against Sebastian's face. His grip on you released you hopped to the ground. Jim threw John across the room, you launched yourself at him, your claws slicing through his dress pants and into flesh. He kicked you aside, Sherlock ran forward and sniffed both vials, his eyes lit up as he smirked. He carefully snuck over to his station and carried a little vial of his own and swapped out the one Jim gave him, identical. Then he poured something into the vial Jim had chosen for himself. "I'm waiting." Sherlock said boredly.

Jim and Sherlock both raised the vials to their lips, Sherlock drank his, and Jim did the same. Nothing happened at first, but suddenly both began to change. You ran over and grabbed your jacket within your teeth, tossing at Sherlock for what you knew what was to come. Suddenly Sherlock was himself, his full height, human form and back to normal. Jim however seemed to disappear, you looked over at the stool to find quite the angry ferret in the seat. "It's an angry Feriarty." You smirked, leaping up onto the counter. Sherlock held your jacket around his waist, Sebastian looked slightly horrified. The ferret hopped down, letting out angry squeaks. He hopped into Sebastian's arms. "This is not over Sherlock!" Jim growled before gesturing for Sebastian to take him away.

The two left, Sherlock looked down at you. You smiled at him, "You did it." Suddenly a brief groan sounded and you turned to find a normal sized John laying against the wall, both of the men were completely naked. You leaned down and covered your eyes with your paws. "Why am I still a cat?!"

"John's system must of adjusted to ridding himself of the toxin." Sherlock remarked.

"What about me?" You questioned, still keeping your eyes closed and covered. "Well, I suppose you'll turn back eventually. Give it a day, I'm not entirely sure what's all in that vial......"

"Sherlock!" You hissed out of annoyance. "You'll change back eventually, don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you." He reached out and scratched between your ears and you couldn't help but purr.

 it's not broken yet

Tons of memories were preserved in this book, each one bringing a new stab of guilt but also a sense of hope. Memories that weren't on the page played in your mind, when he consolded you after you had nightmares of his fall, when he'd had read the fault in our stars, when Sherlock had met your mother, your black widow cosplay, and a final picture that you didn't recognize. It was you curled up, using Sherlock's lap as a pillow. You raised an eyebrow, carefully pulling it out of the book to find a message written on the back.

For you and your princess. She drools. - Irene Adler

And of course it was accompanied by a lipstick mark. You shook your head, you remembered how Sherlock had held you and told you how much he loved you. You'd almost allowed your Jealously to come between you.

I know it's not broken yet

You tossed for what felt like the thirtieth time, sleep just wouldn't come. Your mind was alive with doubt and various thoughts. You rolled over to find Sherlock's side of the bed still empty. You pushed yourself to your feet, pulling a blanket around yourself, covering your tank top and shorts. With a sexual predator, or the "Dominatrix" prowling the house, you didn't want any skin showing except for your face. You walked into the living room to find Sherlock sitting on the couch, deep in thought, while Irene was draping herself over the arm of the couch. She had a hand on his shoulder, her blood red nails clinging to him. You fought the urge to throw something at her then and there. "Sherlock, it's late." You yawned, wiggling your bare toes. Irene ran a hand through Sherlock's curls, and he was still oblivious. You narrowed your eyes slightly. Your emergency gun was just under the coffee table.....

You mentally slapped yourself, you were not shooting this woman.

Well not right now anyway.

You walked over to Sherlock and sat down next to him, holding your warm blanket around yourself. You snuggled into Sherlock's side and he wrapped his arm around you, you had to admit he was getting better at this "relationship" thing. "Thank you Miss Adler, but I believe Y/N is all the company I need right now." You couldn't help but grin as Irene's eyes widened slightly. She cleared her throat slightly before climbing off the couch and walked off towards her room. You fought the urge to stick your tongue out at her.

Sherlock looked down at you, an amused look upon his face.

"What's so funny?" You asked, snuggling into him more.

"You don't have to be jealous."

"I'm not jealous!" You protested.

"You look ready to commit homicide whenever she's near, you almost hurt yourself with the knife earlier while you were cooking." He looked down at you, his gaze softening. "There's nothing for you to worry about." His tone softened, a very rare thing indeed. "Your the only woman I love, no woman will change that."

"Not even a famous domanatrix?" You peeped from your snuggly igloo.

"Not even a famous domantrix." He pulled you closer, burying his face in your hair and you let sleep over come you, this time , your mind was perfectly at rest.

I know it's not broken yet

Sherlock paced, running his hand through his curls. How could he have been so stupid? This woman had been with him through everything. He faked his death and she still accepted him. She accepted every one of his quirks, even things that John couldn't. She didn't yell at him or lose her temper. She was more than beautiful, he couldn't put it into words. A warm feeling spread all throughout him whenever he saw her, his thoughts were laced with her even when she was away.

Funny how life throws you punches

Sherlock sat at Scottland yard, waiting for Lestrade. (Your Name) sitting next to him. He drummed his fingers boredly, where was the Inspector? The sound of a ruckus outside the door tore him from his thoughts. Both turned to look, the door flew open and a tall man barged in. Donovan chasing after him, "Sir your not suppose to be in here!" She protested, but he payed the Sergeant no attention. "You." The man growled, jabbing a finger in Sherlock's direction. "It's YOUR fault. It's your fault she's dead." He roared, storming towards the detective who stood calmly, buttoning his jacket. The man stood eye to eye with him. "Sir, your daughter was caught in the middle, she was another victim." Sherlock stated simply. The man's eyes were blazing with anger, "Just another viticm?! She was my DAUGHTER!" Before the detective could catch on, the man grabbed Sherlock by the shirt, pushing the skinnier man into the wall. (Your Name) was immediately on her feet, she was by the man's side in an instant. She grabbed the man's shoulder, "This doesn't concern you miss." His gaze never left the detective's. "Sir, my name is Agent (Name). I was there when your daughter passed, Mr. Holmes did everything he could to prevent it. Your daughter was not meant to be harmed, this man is tracking down who commited the murder and it'll take that much longer if you hurt him."

The man's grip didn't even losen, but he appeared the be considering her words. Her tone softened, "I know it's awful to lose someone you love, but I don't think your little girl would want you to be like this." Her words were dripping with sincerity, "I know that losing someone makes you feel angry, but this is not the way to go about it. Mr. Holmes is the one of the greatest detectives in the world, I can assure you that the man who killed your daughter will not get away. If anyone can find him, Sherlock Holmes can." The man released his grip on Sherlock, dropping him. "You'll find the bastard who did it?" The man asked. Sherlock nodded, "I'm sorry." The father muttered guiltily, She placed a hand on his back, "Sergeant Donovan will escort you out and we'll pretend like this never happened. She turned him towards Sally who took over, the (hair color) agent walked back over to Sherlock. Before she could speak he pulled an arm around her waist and pulled her into him and kissed her then and there. Her eyes widened slightly before closing as she melted in the kiss.

They were interrupted by a knock, looking over to find a smug looking Lestrade. "I take it I missed something? You know there's an empty office next door if you want to contin-" Graham was cut off by (your name) launching a stapler at his head. He barely managed to duck in time, Sherlock smirked.

"Good shot."

"Shut up and kiss me again." She smirked and pulled him down by his collar into another kiss.

You kick and scream but it just keeps comin' on

You slammed your fist on the counter, causing everything to shake. Sherlock looked at you, slightly wide eyed. "Goddamn it Sherlock! Just eat something! I'm tired of watching you waste away because of a fucking case!" You stood up straight. You trembled with anger . "I love you too much for you to just not give a shit about your health! You're a genius! You should know eating is a necessity! I already lost you once, you better be damn sure I'm not doing it again!" You felt tears prick your eyes, you and Sherlock both stared at each other, speechless.

You yanked up your sleeves, long still healing scars littered your arm. From your wrist up to your elbow, "I got these for you!" Your voice had raised, tears streamed down your cheeks.

Sherlock gently placed the glove down on the counter, he stood and walked over to you. You looked up at him, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing multiple bruises and scars along his ribs and down his stomach. You felt your breath hitch in your throat, "I got these for you." He said quietly.

Maybe every that seemed to fade will find a way to live again someday

You sat on the bench, staring ahead. You were so, so stupid. What kind of her girl has two of her closets guy friends arguing over who gets to be with her stranded at her apartment. You looked down at you feet, the park was quiet and peaceful. "Quite bright for nightime isn't it?" Your head snapped up to find Sherlock staring back at you. "Full Moon." You answered dully. He walked around the bench and sat next to you, his hands tucked into his coat pockets. "For the record, Gavin had no idea where to look." Sherlock remarked, looking at you. "You come here to think. You liked how the light hits the water in the fountain, during the day you enjoy reading and maybe a walk. During the night you think." Sherlock's gaze never left you.

"You remembered all that?" You echoed quietly. Sherlock always seemed reluctant to come with you, hating the outside exposure. You never would of believed he actually listened to you, you stared down at your feet. 

"Of course I did. I remember everything." A sly smirk tugged at his lips and you smiled and shook your head. "I thought you would of deleted it, classified it as unimportant."

"Nothing you tell me gets deleted, well except the story of when you walked in on Donovan and Anderson in her office." He shivered and you chuckled slightly. "All my life I've believed that sentiment is a chemical defect. That it was a meager distraction and that it didn't help. All it did was get people hurt for stupid reasons." The detective looked down at his hands.

Your heart ached at this statement, you bit back a response as the genius opened his mouth to continue. "I... I believed that until something I'll never forget happened."

"And what was that?" You asked, expecting him to bring up when he met John or another one of his few friends.

"Well, I was at Scottland yard, and I was texting John. I didn't look up and I collided with a woman. She dropped everything she was holding, letting out a variety of colorful words at me. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move. All I saw were beautiful (eye color eyes) and (hair length) (hair color) hair." He turned and looked at you. You bit your lip, smiling slightly at the memory of how you'd first met Sherlock. "The point is (your name), I didn't realize how much of a necessity you were until I had to leave you. It's always been you (your name) you're the thing that's constantly in my mind, the thing I can't live without. You've saved me in so many ways." His knee shook slightly as he spoke, he soon found himself unable to look at you.

"Sherlock when you left it hurt me. It hurt a lot." You looked over at him, the guilt that spread across his features broke your heart. You reached over and gently took his hand in yours, finding the familiar warmth you'd missed for so long. "But I never stopped loving you."

Never use to be so complicated

He stared down at his wrist, one hand holding onto the sink tightly.

He just needed to stop hurting, just for a little while.

He skinned the needle with his skin, just for a little while.

The bathroom doorknob twisted, locked from the inside. There was a rustling sound as she began to pick the lock from what he heard, normally he would of hid the needle, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

The door soon opened, revealing her. She looked flustered, her (hair color) locks desperately tried to keep back into a bun but failing, her hair flying in every direction.

she just looked at him for moment, he didn't move. She slowly stepped forward and took it from his hands gingerly, tossing it in the bin for the time being. She looked back at him and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him towards her. "Please don't. I miss him too." She whispered, he held her close, an empty embrace for he found a numb sort of feeling spread over him.

No In between just black and white

He felt tears of his own threatend to spill as he felt something hit his foot, he swallowed the lump in his throat, kneeling down and picking up the ring she left behind. How could he of been so stupid?

When everything turns to gray, I still see you

Suddenly he heard the bedroom door open, he turned to find her standing there. Her eyes were bloodshot, her (hair color) locks were tousled. Her cheeks were tear stained, she bit her lip. Their eyes met and they knew they'd been in this position before, where they'd both screwed up

As time goes on we'll still discover traces of hope in each other

There was a moment, before the sound of shuffling from the bedroom. You felt tears prick your eyes, "Sherlock I said somethings I shouldn't have and I'm sorry." Your fist seemed to freeze in place, leaning against the door. "I'm sorry. I was hurt, so I hurt you and that wasn't ok. Please let me in, we can work this out."

More silence.

You bit your lip as more tears ran down your cheeks.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I should of handled things Sherlock." You said softly, leaning your forehead against the door. "I love you so much, and even the thought of you not returning those feelings breaks my heart."

Slowly, the silence was broken with the sound of rustling. You pulled back, feeling a small hope fire up within you. The door opened, revealing the curly haired detective.

He'd turned a new shade of pale, his eyes seemed to be sunken in. He seemed even skinnier then usual, it seemed as if he'd collapse if you even breathed in his direction. His robe slung over ratty pajamas You looked up at him wide eyes, "Sherlock." You whispered hoarsely, you wanted to hug him. You wanted to kiss him right then and there, but you could feel the invisible barrier between you.

His eyes sparkled with sunlight that filtered through his closed blinds, they lacked the usual fire and mischief that burned within them, and now they were filled with nothing but pain.

"Agent Lestrade." His deep baritone sounded mangled and you could smell the sick cigarette smoke.

You felt your heart crumble, he'd never used your actual title from the day you met, always insisting on using your first name because he liked it better.

"Sherlock I'm so sorry." You heard John shift uncomfortably behind you. You turned toward the army doctor, "John could you give us a minute?"

John nodded, looking more then happy to leave the room.

You turned back to Sherlock, you felt yourself begin to sob.

"Sherlock I love you, I don't care about your experiments and I can handle the fact that we will never be like your average couple you see walking down the street. I don't mind if I don't get flowers every other day like some girls at the office. All that shit doesn't matter as long as I have you. I-I-" You were cut off by Sherlock's lips on yours. He gently snaked his arm around your waist, putting a hand on the back of your head. You felt you knees go weak as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You realized how you missed the warmth of his touch, the way a simple kiss could make everything seem better again. You didn't want to let go, nor the moment to end, afraid he would fade away if it did.

He pulled away, he took your arm in his hands and rolled up your sleeve. You instantly tried to yank away. "let me see them." He whispered.

"why?"

"I want to see all the times you needed me and I wasn't there." He answered, you looked away, suddenly feeling ashamed. He pulled you towards him and into a warm embrace.

"I love you." He said softly, your eyes widened.

It's true it wasn't poetry or taped to a lovely bouquet of flowers, but those two rare words from Sherlock were just enough.

With every ending we'll find a beginning, start it over again

She walked over to him, "I'm sorry." She whispered hoarsely.

He reached forward and took her hand in his.

"Me too." He slipped the ring back on, a small smile broke out on her lips.

"I love you." She pulled him into a warm embrace.

"I love you too."

When everything turns to gray, I still see you

When the cold won't go away, I can still feel you

Even when the sky is fallin and I'm hangin' on by a thread

I'm standin on the edge of nothin

But I know it's not broken

I know it's not broken yet

A/N

 Well here you go , my finale

I DO HAVE A BOOK 2 POSTED

Anywho it's the end

*pulls out speech paper only to find it empty cause I procrastinated*

In all seriousness, I want to thank some people

ImagineLiekeMoriarty

You have been with me through it all, you have always been there when I was down and always had a fresh set of inspiration for me. I love ya, don't ever change

jackskellingtonrulz5

You were one of the first people to read this book and I love ya, you share many of my obessions and you will always fangirl with me. Especially in this rough patch I'm in right now, you're here when I need you.

Thank you Kati_thesassydragon and Miss_Arthemis , you guys were also always there with a kind word and have been with me through this whole book

and last and most certainly not least, drayizzle

You aight

moving on

jk jk i love you wifey, you've been with me every step of the way. I never would of gone through with this book if it wasn't for your confidence in me. Thank you for putting up with my childish behavior, you've been like the big sister I never had. You've gotten me through some tough times, without you I'd probably be off wattpad and curled up in a corner regretting my entire existence. I always look forward to talking to you, you always make me laugh and feel better. I literally still have a fangirl spasm whenever you text me like the first time you texted me back and replied to my very first comment on your oneshots.

And a final thank you to the person reading this right now, i wouldnt of continued this book without your support. Remember you are beautiful and you are worth it, don't let ANYONEtell you different. Not those bitches in the girls room, not your parents or your teachers, you define you. Your life is like a blank page, it's time you pick up the pen and write your story. If your thinking of writing your own wattpad book, do it! You'll never know if you never try. If you ever need a boost in confidence, someone to run an idea by, someone to talk to when it's rough, or just wanna talk about something random like "i just saw this movie...." or "do space whales exist?" Just drop a message in my inbox. 

Well that's all for this book

love y'all

for the final time in this book, bye bye for now.

IM NOT CRYING YOUR CRYING