(Sorrow) Having Loved You Was Enough

First, let me tell you the pairings in this story:

No. 1 Shinichi & Ran (the pairing everyone wants, nothing to complain about)

No. 2 Gin & Sherry (a pairing used in plenty of Detective Conan fanfics. If this pairing makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to close this window. If you're interested, read on. So, more or less, there's nothing to complain about)

Second, since this is fanfiction, naturally it won't be the same as the original. If you open the story and find the plot is far from what you imagined, do as above and don't bother telling me.

Third, I'm a beginner at writing. At the start of the year, during winter break, I had nothing to do but watch Detective Conan. After half a month, I made a major decision: just sitting there watching wasn't going to get me anywhere or make me any money, so I might as well write something myself! And I ended up writing N short Detective Conan fanfics. (If you'd like to read them, tell me and I'll post them during summer break.) If you think this story needs revising, please say so in the comments. I'll keep revising it until you're satisfied.

And fourth, this story is suitable for all fans of mature women, older men, cute boys, and young girls,

Ran (kicks the author away with a karate kick): I'm not a mature woman!

Gin (holding a Beretta? Maybe a Tokarev... and firing madly at the author): I'm not an old man!!

Conan (wearing power-enhancing shoes and kicking a soccer ball with all his might): I'm not a cute little boy!!!

Sherry (holding APTX4869 and laughing ominously): This time it's the finished product. Want to try it?

Finally, the author, barely hanging on with a soccer-ball print on her face, a shoe print on her butt, bandages wrapped all over her, and half scared to death by the finished APTX4869, says: Th-that's all. Go ahead and r-read it. It might be a little shocking, so beginners should probably stay away. (Everyone shouts: That's the main point, isn't it? And you're only saying so now? The author gets smacked away again.)

On the distant horizon, the author, now a shooting star, leaves these last words: This is a flower shop, not a construction site!!! Send flowers only (no white flowers or wreaths), and no throwing bricks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!