I am not what I waslove's fire:More Like This
> charred cinders.
make coal heart
> crushed and turned
To dust and ashes.
But now I spread
these ashes to the wind,
loving in each stranger
the love I thought
I'd find in you.
This was once a passionate heart,
I have since changed to charcoal
And thence to finest powder;
I thought it'd be gems and glitter,
but the journey of love is strange.
Miss MeTired after a long day of work Lestrade headed towards the door pulling on his coat. He was about to turn off the light to his office when the computer flickered on. The DI frowned and walked over to it. The screen was open to his email and he had over fifty unopened messages, which only deepened his confusion. The last thing he had done had been open his emails. A new one appeared as he was thinking this and he clicked on it.More Like This
It contained only five words, “Who the hell are you?”
Brow creased he opened the next one,
“Is that Sherlock Holmes?”
He scrolled down to the first unopened email titled “Miss Me?” It had been sent from his email address, but he hadn't sent it. There was no text, just a video that began playing on its own. It seemed to be fuzzy security footage.
The quality suddenly sharpened and Lestrade could make out two people. One of them dove towards the other and knelt down to unzip his jacket. Lestrade’s eyes widened when a famili