"Yes?"  Said Sherlock

"and do I know you?"

You, still shell shocked and thankful you fell into the shadows, so he couldn't see your face clearly, responded with,
"umm. N-no! No, you don't."

Meanwhile, you quickly got up and tried to speed walk away from the awkward encounter.
"Really? Cause I think you do because if you didn't you wouldn't have stuttered and walked away so suddenly."
You froze and slowllly turned around and walked back to where he was, and took a deep breath and stepped under the streetlight so that he could see you.

"Y-Y/N? I thought you moved to Canada? why are you still here in London?" Sherlock replied in a hushed tone.

"Umm. Yeah, I did. But then I had to come back to London." You said shyly, looking at the ground as if it was the most interesting thing ever.

"Why?" "Family reasons." You said a little bit more confidently. He says nothing because he knows family has always been a sensitive subject for you.
So, all he did as give you a solemn expression.

"do you think we could talk in my flat?"
You stood there for a bit slightly confused on why he asked you to go to his flat. But you didn't ponder on it for too long
"sure, I guess."
And you followed the man back to his flat that brought you and him far too many memories.

You still had some questions you wanted answers for like 'why his flat? ,why did he seem like he wanted to get inside?' But, you didn't ask him anything and carried on to Sherlock's flat.

Then you remembered. You hadn't even spoken to john the entire two years that you were gone.

"He's so going to want to kick my ass." you mumbled under your breath, as you continued the stroll down towards your old flat and old memories that you had buried  along with your old self, all those years ago.

221B Baker Street.
With your old flame.
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-Kate💙