The Cure For Love: Part 8: BBC Sherlock Slash fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Spoilers: This is a sequel. Do not read if you haven't read my story Because I'd Die For You.
He tore himself from Lestrade's grasp and dragged his feet up the steps to his flat. No one spoke, no one tried to stop him, but when he stood in front of the door he hesitated. He knew what lay on the other side and he wasn't sure if he was prepared for it. To see everything just as it had been left, all of the imprints of John staining the flat, taunting him, hurt to think about. With his hand on the handle, he considered walking away. He could just leave and never return, which was a wistful thought but not a valid option. The crowd at his back was expecting him to go inside so he ripped open the door like a band-aid, walked in, and slammed the door behind him.
Sherlock kept his eyes squeezed shut childishly, as if not seeing it would make it untrue. He rested his back against the door, stealing de