(Sherlock) In the Quiet Place

Flowers bloom before the gravestone. Tears fill her eyes, but her face is expressionless.

An elegant violin, a sweet black cake.

A drizzle falls from the sky. The day Sherlock died, her heart died too, and once it was dead, she could no longer live.

1. I wrote this story a while ago and posted it before.

2. After digging it up, I couldn't remember how the chapters were divided, so I split them up roughly.

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