You lay in your bed, not wanting to leave the warmth of your covers, even though you've been like that all day. You look at your alarm clock. 6:30. It was late, and you had started to get hungry.
You roll out of bed and walk to the bathroom, taking a pair of skinny jeans, underwear and a black t-shirt with you. Two years after Sherlock's death, and you're finally going someplace.
~~~ Your POV~~~

I walked out of my flat into the hall. I took a quick glance at the stairs, then looked away. I never actually moved out of 221c, and no one moved into Sherlock's flat.
I walked past Mrs.Hudson into the crisp night air. I looked down the street to my left, then to my right. I saw the coffee shops lights, and decided to go there.
At the shop, I sat in my corner booth and waited for the woman to come over and ask me what I wanted. I looked at the woman, and I instantly started deducing her.
25. Single. Had an abusive ex who has most likely been arrested. Is very cautious of her customers. Works two other jobs.
The young woman came up to me.
"What would you like?" she asked in a false cheery tone. I looked at her and smiled.
"A coffe and a coffee cake please." I said, and she jotted down what I wanted in her notepad.
Left handed.
I took out my phone and started playing random games in it, not even looking at what icon I was tapping on my home screen anymore.
A few minutes later, the woman came back with my coffee and cake. I put my phone away and started consuming my food. Oh my Gid does this taste good....
After I finnishes my cake and was half done with my coffee, two people stormed in. It sounded as if they where fighting. Then I heard a familiar voice.
John.
He was flipping out on his companion. They must have fucked up big time if John was this angry at them. I then looked up to study his companion.
Raven black curly hair. Trench coat. Blue scarf.
For some reason, I couldn't deduce them. Then I heard his voice.
"Honestly John. We don't need people knowing that I'm alive yet."
I sat there in shock. But. Sherlock was dead. But.....
I stood up and walked to the counter and paid the woman for my coffee and cake, then walked up behind "Sherlock". I roughly tapped them on the shoulder. They turned around and looked at me.
"Hello (y/n). What a pleasant supprise." Sherlock said. I stormed out, confused and angry at the same time. He had been gone for two years, hadn't even texted me or called me. ANYTHING. He just stayed dead for two years then decided to come back. I heard two pairs of footseps behind me, then a hand on my shoulder. I stopped and turned around. Sherlock was looking at me, confusion written all over his face. Oh look. He has emotions. I thought to myself.
"(Y/n), listen. I'm sorry that I-"
"No! I refuse to accept your apology! I have been without you for TWO YEARS Sherlock! TWO YEARS! Do you know how much that weighed down on my conscience? I almost went crazy! I only have three words for you: YOU'RE AN ASS!" I yelled. I went to turn around, but Sherlock placed his hand on my shoulder again. I faced him, ready to yell at him again. Then he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. It wasn't even that bad. It was a warm, passionate kiss. I suddenly realized that Sherlock probably couldn't say "I'm sorry" in words, so he was saying it in actions. I was still a little off guard though. A few seconds after, Sherlock pulled away. He looked at me, almost afraid. As if he thought I would hit him or something.
I stood there, looking like a complete idiot fora few minutes. I knew that John had heard me tell at Sherlock, and he probably saw him kiss me too. I wrapped my arms around Sherlock.
"Don't ever die again." I said.
"I'll try."

FYI, I'm fangirling right now even though I wrote this. Anyway, I hope y'all like this chapter, and I still don't have ANYTHING to call you fabulous people that are my readers. Anyway, I will always be open for suggestions. Bye-Bye!!!
~CM