Sherlock eyed the envelope on his bed cautiously.
Familiar stationary. Familiar colour and texture. Light, obviously containing nothing but a letter.
He walked slowly over to his bed and plucked the letter from the crisp sheets. It was addressed to him. But it wasn’t ‘planeted’ here; the letter had a stamp and postage, and it’s appearance was slightly weathered and distressed… so it came from a distance.
The return address was in America.
Tearing open the envelope, Sherlock slipped the letter out and read it:
Dear Sherlock,
I’ve moved.
Irene.
Simple and to the point, as he knew it would be.He just couldn’t pinpoint it… why this foolish girl should hold his attention for even a fraction of a second. But for whatever reason, Irene Adler was a female Sherlock could simply not predict.
She’d looked after him once or twice at the behest of his parents when she had lived nearby. The entire experience had been incredibly frustrating, and Irene had spoken condescendingly to Sherlock the whole night. He began to loathe the very idea of ‘girls’ from then on… but no matter what he did… Irene was still able to bait him. To push him. To confuse him.
Her last two letters had been just as vague as the one in his hands now. The first containing an arrogant: “You must let me know when you’ve gotten taller.” And the second with a teasing: “Would you miss me if I left?”
Frowning, Sherlock crumpled up the letter and tossed it into the bin beside his desk. But the moment the crumpled paper gazed the bottom of the bin, Sherlock snatched it back out again - ironed out the wrinkles in the paper with his hand - and folded it up properly.
He put it alongside the other two in the back of his desk drawer, and closed it.
# kidlock
* || Soooo… I had a hard time settling on an Irene. Edited after anon suggested: Ella Purnell. She actually fit beautifully, and is JUST the age I wanted Irene to be. So cheers! x …I also had her ‘move’ in this verse, because… meh. I don’t want to have to deal with including an Irene too much lol if I’m perfectly honest.
au: sherlock/a single man
For the past eight months, waking up has actually hurt. Cold realization that i’m still here slowly sets in.
“Sherlock and I were together for sixteen years and if he hadn’t have died, we’d still be together.”




