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Sherlock one shot x reader - Part two - The detective's eyes

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Hey there! Here finally is the requested part two! Thank you all so much for reading part one and I really hope you like this part two. I really did my best and hope that I don't dissapoint you... Thank you for reading and please enjoy! Let's go to our TARDIS and travel back in time again...

Wibbly- wobbly timey-wimey... stuff... (ツ)

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Light made its way into my bedroom so I turned away from the window to be in some of the darkness. I had prefered the darkness to the light lately; in darkness, I could picture everything, imagine everything but the cruel daylight reminded me of reality and killed the dreams I dreamed. And the reality was that I was here, lying in my bed, thinking of someone who probably has forgotten about me.

I heard his voice in my head again. "You were the missing puzzle piece we needed so desperately."It was one single phrase, but I loved to change the words and make another, seven words shorter, phrase and imagine him saying it with his beautiful low voice. Those three magical words...

The light annoyed me and closing my eyes didn't work. It was as if the sun commanded me to stand up and do something useful with my life, to move on and find another fine man to marry. The sun had the voice of my mother as I thought about it. I rose and walked to the window where I saw people rushing by. Yes, fine men indeed. There are many fine men in this world. But only one of them is Sherlock Holmes.

I looked at the lovely summer sky. It almost was as blue as his eyes, but not so beautiful. White little clouds flew by slowly and heat gently fell on the Earth. It was beginning to get colder though; autumn was sneaking on summer and will take over soon. Leaves were already falling from the trees. I sat down next to the window and opened my book. Even in the cold winter, there was this one poem that brought back the summer briefly and I searched for it to read it again.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" I read out loud and a smile appeared on my face. "Thou art more lovely and more temperate: rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer's lease hath too short a date: Sometimes too hot the eyes of heaven shines, and often is his gold complexio-"

My harmonious reading was disturbed by footsteps nearing and I quickly closed my book. The door opened. 'Good afternoon, my child.' My mother said and smiled. 'Good afternoon, mother. Allow me to tell you that you look fine today.' I answered politely and her smile brightened. She obviously thought of how good she has raised me. 'Why, thank you, my dear. What were you reading?' She asked. 'Was that 'sonnet eighteen'?' I nodded but quickly added a 'yes, mother' after that. I watched my mother draw a chair and she sat down next to me.

'Have you been thinking of anyone while reading such lovely poems?' She asked me. 'No mother, I guess that my world is still covered with snow and cold winter winds that make me shiver. ' I lied since I knew how my mother thought about Sherlock. I heard her talk to my father about "an inferior snob that called himself a detective". 'There is no one that has peaked my interests yet.' My mother kept talking about that I should just wait, that he will come someday. She left my room after I agreed with every word she had said. Very often did my mother come to check on me since her friends had spoken of my visit to the crime scene with two men. My mother was shocked after she heard it. It took a couple days before she began to speak to me again.

Little did she know what I was planning on doing tonight...

If she only knew, she'd chain me up to the kitchen floor for the night. I'm sure that had crossed her mind several times in the period when she was too shocked to talk to me. But I'm going to do it anyway.