Moving On

The four of us sit in a fancy restaurant, and Sadie's eyes stay on my exposed neck. Sherlock and Finn are in the middle of a conversation, something business related. I pick at the food in front of me, too nervous to eat. Sherlock must've noticed because he leans in to whisper, "You need to eat."

He leans away and continues talking to Finn. Sadie is glaring at him now, her red lips frowning. Her hair has gotten longer since the last time I saw her, and the waves aren't as intense. My eyes drift to her left hand, staring at the expensive wedding ring.

She spins the ring around, hiding the gem. I look up to see that she's already looking at me.

"I need to go freshen up," I say, standing up.

I walk in the bathroom, thankful that no one else is here. My hands grip the sink as I stare at my reflection. The hickeys on my neck are darker now.

The door opens, and I turn to see Sadie locking it. "Hickeys? Really, (Y/n)?"

"Sherlock and I are very passionate," I say.

She rolls her eyes, "Yeah, I'm sure you two are."

"What is wrong with you? What my boyfriend and I do doesn't concern you."

Her eyes meet mine, "It does when I'm still in love with you."

I stagger back, hitting the wall behind me. "Don't say that."

She walks closer, "I never stopped loving you."

"Sadie, please."

She's standing in front of me now. Her hand brushes my hair over my shoulder. "I shouldn't have left you."

"Well, you did. And, I am incredibly thankful for it. Because, if you stayed, I never would've met Sherlock."

Her eyes are watery, "You don't mean that."

"I wish to marry him one day. I moved on, Sadie, and you should, too. Go be with your husband," I reply.

"How can I be with him when you're all I want?"

Her voice cracks, tears are streaming down her face now. My heart tightens at the sight, I've moved on, but I still care for her.

"You have to move on."

I try to walk by her, but she grabs my wrist, "I've thought about you every day since I left. And, I know you've thought of me too."

"I have thought about you, but not the way you think of me. My heart belongs to another. Why can't you realize that?"

She shakes her head, "I know you still love me."

"Why can't you leave me alone?! It took me years to get over you, and as soon as I do, you come waltzing back into my life, expecting me to drop everything for you! How can you be so selfish?"

We're both crying now, our voices raw with emotion. I can feel the anger that's built up slowly leaking out as I stare at her tear stained face.

"I was scared! I had to get married before my parents found out about us!"

I let out a sarcastic laugh, "So you decided to come back to me years later, and take what little bit of happiness I have away?"

"You don't love him."

"I do, Sadie. I love him more than I've ever loved before," I say.

She grabs my face, "He can't kiss or touch anywhere that I haven't."

"It's been years, I've already shed the skin you've touched," I reply, walking away.

She grabs me again, spinning me around to face her. Her lips meet mine, and I push her away, "What the fuck?!"

"You really have moved on," she says.

My anger fades away as I stare into her heartbroken eyes. "I still care about you, Sadie. Send me a letter every now and then, and maybe in the future we can see each other again."

I take a glance at myself in the mirror. My eyes are swollen and red, tears still falling from them. I unlock the door and give her one last look, "I'll always love you as a friend."

"And I'll always love you as more."

My hands cover my face as I walk through the restaurant. Sherlock and Finn had already paid, so they stood outside waiting for us. I don't give them enough time to look at me as I grab Sherlock's hand and start dragging him away. He yells goodbye to Finn and tries to stop me. "What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it out here," I say weakly.

He wraps his arm around my shoulders, shielding my face from everyone's curious stares. We walk to the apartment, and once we're inside, I finally break.

I sink to the floor, wrapping my arms around my knees as I sob. Sherlock kneels next to me, "It's alright."

I lift my head up, "It's not alright. She kissed me, she fucking kissed me, Sherlock. I pushed her away the second it happened, and she told me she still loved me."

A gasp pulls my attention away from Sherlock, I look over to see all of my friends sitting on the couch. Each of them have surprised faces except for Tewkesbury, who looks sad.

"Oh my God," I mutter, completely horrified.

Timothée is the first to speak, "I'm not opposed to hitting a woman for upsetting my friend."

Enola nods, "Well, I am a woman, so I will gladly kick her arse."

I look over to see that Sherlock is smiling softly. "We can discuss this later."

I sit on the couch in between Enola and Sherlock. John, Timothée, and Tewkesbury sit in the chairs across from us. The silence is unbearable, I can still feel the fear of their judgment clawing at my skin.

"You and Sadie were together," says Tewkesbury.

I flinch, "Yes."

"I knew it," he says.

Enola frowns, "How did you know?"

"I just did."

Timothée looks at me, "It doesn't matter. What does matter is if you are okay."

"I'm okay."

"I think we should leave them alone. Would you all like to go eat?" John says.

Enola hugs me, "Tewkesbury's paying!"

They all begin to leave, Tewkesbury grumbling under his breath. Timothée hesitates, he turns to me, and smiles. "My offer still stands. Hitting a girl is the least of my worries."

"It's okay, Timmy. Now go eat," I reply.

He shuts the door behind him, leaving Sherlock and I alone. I turn to him with watery eyes, "I'm so sorry. I didn't kiss her, I promise -"

"I know you didn't, and I'm sorry she put you in that situation. I shouldn't have agreed to meet with them."

I pull my knees up to my chest, "I have to admit that I do feel slightly better now. It was nice to get everything off my chest."

He pulls me closer to him, my head resting on his chest now. "I'm proud of you. Especially for telling everyone your previous relationship with Sadie. I know that must've been hard for you."

"I'm scared they're all gonna see me differently now," I admit.

He runs his fingers through my hair, "They won't."

I look up at him, admiring his beautiful eyes. Sadie's eyes were my least favorite shade of blue, but Sherlock's are my favorite. I could stare into his eyes forever.

"Thank you for always being understanding."

He tilts his head, "You shouldn't thank me for that."

"Just accept the thankfulness, I'm too tired to argue right now."

He kisses my forehead, "Then we should go to sleep."

"I wanna sleep right here, just like we used to."

He chuckles, "You want to sleep on the couch on purpose?"

"It's comforting."

"Well then, we should at least lay down."

We lay down, his arms pulling me into his chest. My eyes close softly as I listen to his breathing. I hope to fall asleep in his arms every night until the day I die.

Author's Note: Sorry Sadie :(