I came out of my room after a while.

"Hey Sherlock, did Mycroft leave?" I chirped.

"Yes!" Sherlock barked.

"He didn't even say bye..." I pouted.

"You should know by now that Mycroft and I are not like you people." Sherlock sneers.
"What do you mean 'You People?'" I asked, pointedly.

"Humans," Sherlock spat.

"Sherlock you are human too." I laughed.

"No I'm different." He insists.

"Please I've seen you be human. You love just like the rest of us." I giggled.

Sherlock lets out a dark chuckle. My stomach drops.

"I don't experience love." Sherlock bragged.

"Sure you do." I huffed.

Sherlock gets up off of the couch and walks over to me. His eyes flicker over me and I can tell he is reading me.

"OH! Oh you poor little girl! Did you think I love you?"

I blush red.

"Sherlock what is wrong with you?"

"Don't deny it I can read you like a book!"

"What are you talking about!?"

"Please your pupils are dilated your breathing his hitched and you can't stop staring at my lips." He smirked. Walking closer to me.

"I was right Mycroft owes me a dollar." He remarked.

"Pardon me?" I scoffed, backing up against the kitchen counter.

"I bet my brother I could make you fall in love with me in one month. He said it would take longer." Sherlock says condescendingly.

"You are a liar Sherlock Holmes!" I exploded.

"Oh am I?" He says grabbing my face and pulling it till our lips are an inch apart. He stays there for a moment and I close my eyes, my heart beating double time. He lets out a sharp laugh, pulling back from me.

"You are pathetic." He sneers. My throat closes off. My palms start to sweat. Heat fills my body and my brain tells me to run.

"You pompous arse!" I scream, headed for the door. He throws something at me as I leave. It hits my back.

"And take your flowers with you!" He laughs. I grab them off the floor and run. I don't even see where I run, I just run.

Sherlock walked over to the door and slammed it closed. He leaned his back against the door and slid down till he was sitting. He could hear Mycroft now.

'All lives end, all hearts are broken, caring is not an advantage Sherlock.'