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"Don't do this. You don't have to do this. You... You're the only... Please."
"Right. Yes. It's always me, isn't it. I just..."
She wins him over, in that impossibly sad way of her. She hasn't got much left, nothing worth keeping. But what is left, is hers, and she wants it. She wants is so badly. She has never seen her brother deny her anything. Not candies, not favors, not girls. He is too good, and too bright, and the only one of them who can fix this. He's right, and she's wrong, but that's not the important part now. Because, she is the bigger one, if not the older, and she has never let him get his way when it's at cross purposes with hers.
She isn't about to start now.
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He decides that his last months are going to be his best ones. Or rather, the deicsion is mad for him. By an idiot-savant. Or genius-savant. Idiot genius?
Regardless, everything changes so suddenly that he doesn't really have the choice, does he?
It's so bright, so hot, so wonderful. It makes him feel so alive.
It makes the gloom of his coming death that much darker.
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Their mother dies.
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I don't... I don't understand this. Not really. Thinks a woman, staring at the flickering lights of her mogue. I just... I don't want him to go away.
And she should. She should want him to go away. She should be petty and jealous, because just this once, just this one time, she's entitled to it.
But she can't, because he's too kind, and it's impossible to stay mad at a man like John Watson. Particularly when his mother is ill. Particularly when he's making plans to leave.
She knows leaving. She's seen it plenty of times. She knows what it means, when people start being too friendly, start trying to make every day brighter and brighter, fighting against the tides of life.
Then, the gifts. Giving away things they can't take, or don't want to. Trying to make memories concrete and solid.
It's a beautiful box. Rosewood and gold, and full of sweet, delicate clockworks that Sherlock would break in seconds just because he could. She's really the best recipient. Only, perhaps it should have gone to Mrs Hudson.
I wish he would stay.
She's wished on stars before. And when she was little, one wish came true. It filled her with warmth, a sudden sense of certainty.
She doesn't have that now.
But she has the box, and it has a key. And she twists the spring inside it tight, because it really is a lovely box, with such beautiful music.
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Their mother died.
They haven't, not just yet.
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Oh! What is this perfection? I had my heart all achey and my eyes all squinted up to keep the tears in!
Oh, author!anon this is a beautiful piece! I just love how you had Molly recieve the box and she was just so gentle and desperate to not see John go. That was beautfiul!
This fill is beautiful!
Thank you for writing this author!anon!
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I just wanted to say that I admire you for managing to create such a beautiful and moving story in relatively few words
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