The Inevitable RealizationI suppose it was inevitable that John Watson would leave me. He was a young, handsome doctora man that any woman would be happy to have. I was foolish to have believed that Watson would remain here at Baker Streetat my sideforever. I had seen the look that he gave Miss Morstan when she had first arrived at our flat. I saw the way he wished to get away, being rather uncharacteristically shy. She asked him to stay, though, and he happily complied. What would I have given to see that smile bestowed upon me?The Inevitable Realization4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And later, at Pondicherry Lodge, standing outside, I felt a more potent stab of jealousy as she took his hand and the two of them blushed. I pretended not to notice, however, continuing my inspection of the grounds. He escorted her home and when he returned, I was glad of her absence, even if the thought of her remained between us.
When we returned to Baker Street and I had slept enough to keep my body going, I watched him sleep in the chair across from me, not waking