Dangerous Love

chapter 5 - Sherlock's POV

Hey guys! So I have two readers! I'm pretty sure I know who it is, but it's still exciting. Comment and vote on this story pretty pretty please. Let me know what you guys want me to write. Sorry for any mistakes in grammer. I try to keep it to a minimum. Also, sorry for the short chapters, I'm trying to lengthen them some. Thanks again ❤️
                      
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Sherlock was writing the note, that he soon was going to be saying to John. Sherlock was crying, quietly, to keep John thinking nothing was wrong. Yet, Sherlock couldn't help but thinking that he should just tell John all of this, because Sherlock knew John knew something was wrong. And that's what hurt Sherlock more than anything. It hurt Sherlock to know that John knew something was wrong.

Sherlock was failing to please John, to try and make up for what he was about to do. Sherlock tried so hard. And he only had tomorrow to make up for today and to try and make Thursday not a heart breaking day for John, even though it would be. It would be an awful day for John, and Sherlock had to....... He had to do what he had to do to keep John safe.

Sherlock couldn't figure out what he wanted to say to John. But Sherlock, Sherlock knew he had to say something, something subtle to let John know that what he was going to do wasn't really for real. It was a trick. Just a magic trick. (A/N I may have given away what's going to happen, but oh whale.) Sherlock threw the pen at the wall. It wasn't a big deal, nothing happened to the wall, but Sherlock was so distraught over, over everything.

Sherlock picked up the notebook and ripped every page one by one. Every page was filled with words, trying to fit together to make a speech put together well enough, so John could understand why Sherlock had to do it. Sherlock had gotten to the last page and ripped it. He picked up all the ripped pieces of paper off the floor of his bedroom and calmly layed them on his desk.

Sherlock walked out of his room and into the living room. He didn't look at John, afraid that John would be disappointed in him. Sherlock hated to disappoint John. He just hated it.

Sherlock sat in his chair and put his face in his hands. Sherlock could feel John staring at him, probably thinking how soon he can move out. Sherlock wouldn't have blamed him.

Sherlock jumped up from his chair and stood there for a minute.

"Sherlock, are you okay? You have been acting strange lately. I know I've already talked to you about this, but please, please just talk to me. I'm here for you."

"John, I don't want to talk about this, you will understand when the time comes. Well, I hope you will understand."

Sherlock went back to his room and slammed the door. He went to his bed and lied at the edge of the bed. Sherlock Holmes, the great consulting detective, the high functioning sociopath, was so emotional, about what he was doing to John. Sherlock knew he only had a week left, a week left to make things right for John. To make it more bearable.

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Fast forward to the day before Sherlock has to do what he needs to do

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It's a day. Just, just a day. A day before Sherlock breaks John. And Sherlock is so heartbroken.

Sherlock walks into the living room and falls into the couch. He is so out of energy, probably because he stayed up all night, trying to figure out how to get out of doing this. But deep down, he knew he couldn't.

John walked in to the living room and Sherlock quickly turned away, so John couldn't see his puffy face. Sherlock heard John go into the kitchen. Sherlock sighed, John could not live without tea. (But I mean seriously John? I'm pretty sure taking away his tea is like the worst thing that would happen to John)

"John!"

Sherlock could hear John walk out of the kitchen and into the living room. Waiting for the question.

"Sherlock."

"John, can you make me some tea too?"

"No."

Sherlock sat up quickly. He looked at John. Why would John decline him tea? That seemed quite unlike him. Sherlock put on a sad face. Well, it just happened, Sherlock couldn't really help it.

"Sherlock? Sherlock. I'm joking. I'm joking. Calm down. It's okay. I'll make you tea. It was a joke."

Sherlock nodded. He stood up and sat at the kitchen table. John set a cup of tea in front of him. Sherlock stared at the cup.

Was John really joking? John probably hated Sherlock. Sherlock hated himself for what he was going to do tomorrow. Sherlock sighed, quite loudly.

"What's wrong with the tea?" John asked.

".........."

No response from Sherlock. Sherlock was going into his mind palace, hoping to find the right file in the right drawer in the right room. Sherlock couldn't be bothered. He knew he didn't have long to find the way to not have to go through with the plan tomorrow.

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Wow guys! So I'm kinda proud of myself. I really hope this makes sense to you all. If not, leave a comment and tell me. I need constructive criticism and feedback. Which is kind of the same thing. Okay, welp, the climax is coming soon.

Also, can their be two climaxes? I sure do hope so, otherwise Ima need a sequel. (getting all excited because I realize I have enough imagination for this to actually work). Tell me all this stuff my friends.

Bye!!!!! See you hopefully soon. I don't have a plan for when I will post. I'm going to get myself into a routine. Summer is soon so that will be better. Although I won't be able to see someone. Sighhhhhhhh.

Okay really though bye. You are probably like she is boring and I'm like I know.

xoxo