Here you go! Another chapter published in three days, I think. ENJOY READING!

PS: English is not my native language, so spot the seven errors!

I don't know why I am doing this, why I decide to do this. But I am on the way to Molly. I want to hear the truth from her mouth. Voluntarily or forcedly.

On the go John send me messages. I do not want to answer or say where I am, but he insists. I cannot tell him where I am. Then he immediately should come to stop me.

Quietly I walk in the hospital. Molly works here. She examines cadavers and I sometimes do too. That's why I know her, but in all the time I know her I didn't except she should do something like that.

"What are you doing here? Holidays." I ask her. She scares and she let almost drop her cup of coffee. "Be careful." I notice.

"Working. People continue to die during the holidays, Sherlock."

"Definitely. Can I ask you something?" I stand next to hair, really close, and she looks questionable at me. My hand takes her.

"What are you doing here?" She asks anxiously. She feels uncomfortable, because I'm standing near her, too close. My hands hold her. I know she is in love with me for years. And now I feel her pulse, she cannot deny it.

"I wanted to see you."

"Me? Why?" She pulls me away a bit and looks askingly to me. She tried to poison me. Why should I want to see her then? Besides, she has given John a lot of terror.

"I came her especially for you." I deliberately say. "When I was still sober, I saw you looking at me. Thereafter I cannot remember anything."

"How was I looking then?" She tries to be cool.

Please, Molly, don't try to be cool. You just makes yourself ridiculous.

"You had thé look. Amorousness, you know." I look her straight in the eyes, so she gets angry, but meanwhile in love.

"In love?" She laughs shyly.

"Madly in love." She looks away to do not see my face. "Look in my eyes, Molly. You love me." I squeeze gently in her hand and we are only inches away from each other. "Admit."

"I love-" Before she says the whole sentence, I kiss her on the mouth. I lay my hand on her cheek. With John it is nicer and more romantic. I am not in love with Molly at all. I almost hate her.

With John it is awesome. You are dreaming in your own romantic life. All your thoughts are disappearing and your head is twirling. A kiss with John can last forever. He knows how he has to enjoy and I do the same. Enjoying is directly linked to John. The soft hands of John. The loving kisses on his mouth. His beautiful eyes are shining.

I want to die with John in my arms of me in his. I want to be with him until the dead part us, and thereafter still. He's the first and the only human in this world I love. And I care about.

John ensures our love moments are perfect. Then he whispers sweet words in my ear and he lets me feel his heartbeat. Our breathing is the same. Our love is unchangeable. This is forever.

But with Molly it is opponent at all. You cannot dream about a future with each other. You cannot think of the next kiss. You just want to get away. Preferably as quickly as can. I don't love her.

"I love you too. But please say me something."

"What?" She takes my hand and she obvious sees a continuation in this happening.

"Don't toxic me ever again." Nonchalantly I open the door and my long coat follows me with the wind. I know she is longing for a future in love with me.

Meanwhile John send me messages. He's really anxious, but that makes him attractive at all. I don't want to tell the truth, but I can't reassure him. Molly is hypocritical. Nothing or nobody ever noticed. I have to protect him, without he knows I do.

I quietly walk to the park. Sometime Molly eats here if she has nobody to talk to. Then she looks to the ducks, and sometimes she invites me. Usually I refuse, unless I want to smoke. This is the park where John and I swam. I will never forget it.

I walk to the farthest bench. So I secretly can watch Molly, while I am walking around the leak. She is still following me.

When I sit on the bench, I see Molly is almost sprinting. Hopeless.

"Sherlock!" She calls. I feign I do not hear her and I look away from her. Before I realize it, she is sitting next to me on the bench and she holds my hand. I hear she is puffing from the short sprint.

"Hey, Molly. You want to tell me something?" She will dodge the question. She will not answer.

Unless...

I lay my hand on her cheek. She looks fascinated. Our legs are against each other and the blood heavily is streaming through her veins. I put my lips on her soft lips. The kiss lasts at least ten seconds and she has to breathe again.

"I'm sorry, Sherlock." Yes, my plan is succeeded. "I gave you alcohol. I thought maybe you are going to say it faster you're in love with me, when you are in influence. According to Moriarty it seems a great idea."

"Moriarty? Who's Moriarty?"