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Chapter 1: The Laughing Stag

CW: NOT HISTORICALLY ACCURATE!!! Politics of the era are heavily involved. Gambling. I think swears (derogatory language for sure). Also the Laughing Stag is the name of the pub they're at.

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"Full house!" Two queens and three 8s. The French man across from you in the pub laughs. "If you need this money for a hotel room tonight, I'd be more than happy to let you stay with me~"

"I think you'll find that won't be necessary. Four of a kind!" You say as you lay down the four 4s before your opponent. The crowd around your groaned in disappointment. "I believe that makes me the winner of this little... how you say..." Your accent thick as you fluttered your lashes at him gracefully. "...tournament! It was fun while it lasted."

As you stand to leave the man across the table grabs your arm "YOU LITTLE SLUT!! YOU MUST HAVE CHEATED!!"

You gasp and backhand him. "I DID NO SUCH THING!! It's not my fault you all chose to underestimate the girl in the fur coat!"

The crowd starts to mumble. "She's probably a plant, the pub made a killing..."

You look around at the crowd confused. What on earth were these Englishmen talking about? "I'd like my winnings now." You turn to the tournament coordinator.

"Actually... we'd like to talk to you." He scowls at you.

From the back of the crowd you hear someone struggling. "LET ME GO, BASTARD!!" They pushed a man with long black hair draped in a ponytail.

"Who on earth is this?" You blink at the coordinator.

He scowls at you. "Don't play dumb! You two planned this didn't you! How is it that a pretty little broad like you shows up the night of this poker game, and the only one who so happens to bet on you is him?"

"I told you, I'm here visiting my 3rd cousin! I'm not to blame just because of his dumb luck! Now unhand me at once and give me the money I rightfully earned!"

"Not a snowflakes chance in hell sweet cheeks." He grabs you and pins you to the table. You grab one of the tankards and smash it into the guys crotch. When he doubles over in pain you backhand him with the wooden cylinder.

The raven haired man in the ponytail elbows his own assailant in the gut and flips him onto the table. "Quickly! Grab your winnings and follow me!"

You quickly stuff as much of the money as you can into your bustier and follow the man as he makes a break for the stairs. The people on the second floor gasp and squeal as the two of you rush up there, being pursued by two angry men.

Your unlikely ally grabs a cane from one of the richer patrons and swings it around the tournament coordinators arm before he can get punched. You jump up on one of the tables and grab onto a wooden chandelier. Using the momentum you kick the other assailant in the face knocking him into the coordinator, causing both of them to fall back into the private bar on the second floor.

The momentum is too much and you fall into the arms of the man with the ponytail. "Grab the curtain." He says as he runs over to one of the windows and kicks open the hinges. You do as he says and he jumps out the window. His body crashes against the wall as you two dangle. He drops to the ground and opens his arms. "JUMP!! I'LL CATCH YOU!"

"YOU'RE INSANE!!"

"LOOK DARLIN' IT'S EITHER ME OR THEM!"

You hesitate for a moment before trusting him. He catches you and runs through the back allies of the city, you still cradled like a bride in his arms.

After a few twists and turns you loose your pursuers and he finally sets you down.

"Thank you." You curtsy to the man. "Here, as compensation please take my earring." You hand him one of your diamond earrings. "I figured since you did not get your earning you should at least have this."

"Why do you only have one?" He asks you, a slight amusement coats his tone as he ponders you in bewilderment.

"I bargained the other as collateral in the card game."

He stares at you for a moment before he burst out laughing. "You are absolutely insane!"

You scoff at the impudent man. "Then why did you bet on me."

"Elementary, my dear." He leans close to you, letting you catch a whiff of his cologne... or was it something chemical... sulfur maybe? His gaze struck you still as he scanned you over again. Not lingering on your curves perse but gazing at you like you were a piece of artwork in a museum. "Despite your accent, you speak English very acutely. I can imagine it was taught alongside your native tongue as a child. Your posture is that of a wealthy woman as are the gloves on your hand."

He takes one of your hands in his own to prove his point, rubbing his finger over the navy blue fabric on your knuckles. "Such a strange color. Most women wear white or black... and velvet... such an interesting choice of fabric. It's sleek yet you sacrifice no warmth for style. Pairing that alongside your matching cloak, I imagine you're a noble lady from the north; and because of that... you were probably educated." He smirks and brings your hand to his lips.

You gaze at him, concealing your astonishment under the poker face that just won you a tournament. "Are you a Scotland dog?"

He chuckles. "No, I'm not with the police. I'm a detective."

"Then I'll be taking my leave." You spin on your heel and walk away towards the hotel you were staying at until you could be officially presented to the court tomorrow.

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): William James Moriarty x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Holmes!Reader, Pregnant!Reader, Archaeologist!Reader, Potential OOC-ness for William

Notes: I KNOW I SAID I WOULDN'T DO A PART THREE, BUT I DO WHAT I WANT

PART ONE LINKED HERE

PART TWO LINKED HERE

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“Professor Moriarty?”

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I think William would let you crash in his office, especially if he really likes you. Sometimes he's in there, sometimes he's not. You would sit in the chair in front of him, which was quite comfy. His office is always warm and smells nice, just like him. You bring a light throw blanket with you if you're feeling extra tired.

You don't talk much when you're there, as he does his own thing. The only sound between the two of you is the scribbling on paper and the occasional sip of tea. It's a comfortable silence that you couldn't replicate with anyone else. He looks up to check on you often.

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U--U

Feats; Sebastian, William, Sherlock, Louis (MTP). Genre; NSFW

Prompt; ❛❛Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.❞ Warnings; a bit handsy but not smut, painfully long, fem!reader/AFAB

Desc; IN WHICH you showcase some interesting outfits for your partner, if only you knew what you do to them. Don’t worry, they’ll let you know with some intimate explanations.

A/N; Of course, lovely! I enjoyed writing this but a few scenarios are rlly long, and I apologise if some characters are a bit ooc (sorry if it’s too/too less smutty), have a good day/night and enjoy! <3

SEBASTIAN;

This man is thirsty asf

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# day 5. body worship

husband!sebastian moran x wife!reader

genre. pwp, smut

cw. body worship, breast play, oral, pet names, praise, creampie, overstim. size kink | wc. 1200

kinktober m.list | interactions are appreciated

"this dress fits you so good, princess," sebastian hums, kissing fiercely the swell of your breasts, left on display by the dangerous cleavage of your dress.

he runs his hand over your exposed thigh, moving up your ass and groping in a possessive gesture. "they were all looking at you," he murmurs, licking his lips, "unfortunately for them, you're mine, aren't you, baby?"

he giggles when a moan runs from your lips, he digs his nails in the flesh of your ass pulling you to him as he begins to nibble on your neck.

| Into your arms

| angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, non canon mission, will's students are such sweethearts, they love him, angst with a happy ending, just feels, so much feels, like one swear word

| Summary: In which William's lover waits for him to come back after leaving for a mission without telling her it'll be a long one.

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i'm out of my head

2 weeks.

It been exactly two weeks since you've last kissed your fiancee. Two since you've hugged him. Two weeks since you said 'I love you'. And two weeks since you've last seen him. Or his family.

You knew he wasn't just a professor. You knew his family weren't just normal nobles. You knew they were doing something behind the curtains, you didn't know what it was, you knew it was shady but you certainly didn't care.

Because you trust him.

You trust him enough to let him go missing for half a day doing god knows what. You trust him enough to pretend to be deaf when you hear them talking about things. You trust him enough to believe his words and stay clueless until he decides it's safe for you to know. You trust him enough to believe he'd keep you safe. You trust him enough to turn a blind eye to those blood that were certainly not theirs.

You trust him enough to stay out of their business.

But disappearing for two weeks? That was a new record. And it isn't a good one.

out of my mind,

You trust him with everything but disappearing for a week or two without a word, a trace, even a note, is out of the question.

The first two days were fine as it is. You were used to it. As long as he came back on the third day and you would spend time with each other like nothing happened it was fine. Until he didn't show up the next day. And the day after that. And then the day after. Then the next. And before you knew it, your fiancee, along with his family and friends, had gone missing for two weeks.

Scotland yard had been trying to trace them for a week. No, you hand't been the one to inform them. You didn't know what they were doing but you certainly suspect it was illegal, and you weren't stupid enough to get the yard on their tails and ruin whatever they were doing.

But William's students on the other had, claimed their professor hasn't come to the university for a week and decided to visit his house only to find it empty. And them being William's students, learning god knows what besides math, had asked vendors, shops, and houses that trailed towards the Moriarty Manod if they had seen their professor, to which none replied yes. So they had reported it to the yard.

Ofcourse, you, being his lover, were also questioned.

oh, i

Ofcourse, you feigned cluelessness, saying he had told you that they'd gone to a business trip, requiring them to be gone for a few days, and thought they had just extended or had an emergency as reason why they aren't back yet.

It made the yard back down for a bit, with a little help from Cheif Patterson, who you had seen a few times before, knowing he was involved with whatever your fiancee had. But when a day passed, even the Cheif could not get them down from the tons of requests from the university, students and professors alike, to find their professor. Well, William had surely made a great impression. As he always does.

The students had brought you gifts and visits, comforting you from the missing case of your fiancee. While you feigned being clueless, your distraught, concern, and broken heart hadn't been fake. While you were fine remaining clueless to what they have been doing and continue to do, it was tiring to have to worry everyday without an explanation.

if you let me i'd be

To worry if he's fine. To worry if he's injured. To worry if those blood are theirs. To worry if they had been caught. To worry of he had found another. To worry if he just made you his lover for the sake of not getting suspicions. To think so deep about everything because of everything.

To worry if he'd still come back alive.

out of my dress, and

So, you let yourself cry to your thoughts everynight. It was your only way of coping, besides seeing him smile and hearing his sweet words. And tonight was no exception.

You lean on your couch, rubbing your forehead, trying to sooth your headache with the tea he had gifted you from a trip. Letting a few tears fall. You knew it wouldn't help to sooth your headache, but you couldn't help it. Staring at the lit up candle beside you, the only source of light in this time of the night.

That candle reminded you of him. A kind of yellow with a tinge of orangey-red. A calm flame that could destroy everything around it when let loose and without eyes looking after it.

You wonder if you had let yourself burn to him.

into your arms tonight

But then again, he wouldn't let you burn. Hence, why he had you remain clueless and unknowing of what was truly happening behind those sweet smiles and happy family gatherings. You wonder if he thinks himself of selfish, keeping you despite knowing the dangers of being with you. But you didn't mind.

You didn't mind him being selfish. You didn't mind him keeping you. But still, it's tiring, exhausting, to let your heart race and almost feel it explose from worry. To let your eyes burn with tears everytime he's been gone for more than half a day only to return with blood. Despite the blood not being his, the thought of it being someone else's and William getting caught didn't help ease your fears.

Perhaps you did let yourself burn.

The continous death of the nobles synching with your lover's disappearances and the blood on his cloak, on his blade, on his gloves, on his face, you had decided to turn a blind eye.

You had fallen low, continuing to trust him despite all the blood on his hands, on his family's name, but it was William, wasn't it? The reassuring gazes and words he has left you had you assured everything was fine, that everything was for the best, that was the only thing he had left you, anyway.

It was better than nothing.

i'm lost without it

Better than staying the all and nothing fiancee who had everything except her lover's honest words from behind the curtains. It wasn't a big knowledge, it almost didn't help, but it was something. So you take it.

But it still didn't help the ache on your head, it didn't help the tears that continue to fall down from your eyes.

You just wanted him back to you. You just want to feel him in your arms again. You just just to feel his loving gaze. To hear his sweet and wise words. To feels his arms encase around you. To feel his lips on your skin.

Oh, the poor fiancee, always waiting.

it feels like i'm always waiting,

Knocks on your door resounded through your manor. You didn't know why, but it made your heart race.

You wiped the tears on your face and forced yourself to stand up and move towards the door.

You opened the door, looking down on the ground. It was disrespectful, but you couldn't let anyone see the pathetic state you were in. "How may I help you?" You winced at the sound of your voice, raspy, broken, cracked.

The person infront of you didn't answer, so you grimaced and rubbed your temples, closing your eyes, looking up, letting the person see your disheveled and pathetic state. And letting them know it wasn't a good time to receive pranks or bad news.

"What brings you here?" The person still did not answer, testing your patience. Your temper was fading, getting short from everything.

"Please just--" You couldn't finish your words, suddenly feeling lightheaded as you felt yourself fall forward.

The person infront of you catched you in their arms, and that's when you only smelt the familiar cologne.

Your eyes flew open at the familiar smell, swelling up with tears again. You forced yourself to look up despite feeling the pain in your head soreading everywhere.

"W-Will--"

Your fiancee carried you in his arms, lifting the back of your knees to his left hand and supporting your shoulders with the other.

i need you to come get me

You bursted out crying again, worsening the pain, but you couldn't care less. He was back.

Your lover is finally back.

He's here. Holding you in his arms, holding you close.

He closes the door with his shoulders and locks it with his elbow, carrying you upstairs and tucking you to your bed.

You reached up to him, lifting up your hand. "W-William..." You were asking him to get in bed with you.

He takes of his cloak and gloves, revealing the commoner clothes he was wearing. Rugged, almost dirty, but it was not the time to care. Infact, when it's him, you can't seem to care about anhthing else.

out of my dress, and

He places his hand on your forehead. "You have a fever, love." The first time you hear his voice in what feels like years.

It doesn't help again, you cried harder, hearing that soothing, gentle voice and sickly sweet nickname of his.

"You're here, you're back, you're finally back-- I--"

He kisses your forehead. "Yes, darling, I'm here, I'm here. Please, take a rest."

"Can you hold me, please?"

"Ofcourse." Always. He wants to add, but he, like you, was also desperate to hold you.

He gets in bed with you, immediately wrapping you in his arms and letting you tuck your head on his chest. He knows crying would only make you feel worse, but just this time, he lets you, for a moment.

into your arms tonight

You cry in his arms for what seems to be forever, until he takes your face in his hands, wiping your tears with his thumb and kissing your eyes, your forehead, your lips, your cheeks, your face, while whispering countless apologies.

"I'm sorry, my love. I didn't mean to disappear so suddenly and make you worry like that." The concerned and apologizing gaze in his eyes matched his apologies.

You stopped crying but continued to sobbed. "You-- you bastard, why would you..."

He tries to stiffle his chuckle, kissing your eye as an apology. "I'm really sorry, love. I swear on my family's honor, this will never happen again."

"Do you know how worried I was? Do you know what I went through, thinking what ifs? What if you got injured or bruised or caught or something or what if you di-- what if something bad had happened to you?" You couldn't even say it, afraid of jinxing it.

You continued to ramble on as he watched you with an apologetic and regretting gaze.

He raises your face towards his lips and kisses it tenderly, with so much care, so much gentleness, so much love.

And then finally, he says the words you've always been waiting for. It sets your mind calm, it sets your heart free.

And it lets you love him to the deepest part of both of you.

"Everything will be explained tomorrow. We will tell you everything, my love. So for now, please get well and rest. I cannot bear to see you like this." A smile stretches on his face when your frown disappeares and your face visibly gentles.

Because you'll let yourself burn if it means loving him.

tonight

Word count: 2.5k

Fandom: Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing: William James Moriarty x Reader, Louis James Moriarty x Reader

Warning(s): Slightly suggestive in the beginning

To my one true love,

I waited for your return, night and day, to confess a terrifying secret. I’m certain you figured out what my secret is—knowing your gifted mind. However, I have to get it out of my system. I’m sorry; I never confessed while you were still alive. But this is my opportunity, and I won’t let it go to waste.

“Elizabeth, it’s been a while,” Louis said before he choked on his saliva. He opened the door to reveal a beautiful woman in a revealing nightgown, resembling close to a porcelain doll. But not just any woman; it’s Elizabeth, his Elizabeth. “I apologize. I should’ve been more cautious,” Louis stuttered as he covered his eyes and his cheeks produced a hot pink blush.

Elizabeth giggled at his reaction. Despite his involvement with his brothers’ crimes, he still clings to his humanity, and part of his humanity is his innocence. It was captivating to see him diminish into a bashful, stumbling individual.

“It has been a while, Louis. You’ve changed quite a bit since we last spoke. I’m happy you’re no longer wearing your spectacles,” Elizabeth said as she crossed her legs and exposed her ankle to her upper thigh.

“Were you not fond of them?” Louis asked.

“My problem was that they hid your magnificent eyes. Although, they did make you look more serious. I liked it,” Elizabeth said as she caressed the scar on his right cheek.

“I’m flattered, Elizabeth,” Louis said, clearing his throat. “So, did you need to speak to me about something? When I received your telegram, I rushed over here because I thought it was an emergency,” Louis explained while trying to remain confident. However, it was difficult to concentrate on their conversation when Elizabeth was leaving gentle touches on his sensitive scar.

“In a sense, this meeting is an emergency. I need something from you, Louis,” Elizabeth said as she stood up from her chair and walked towards him. She cradled his head as her thumbs caressed his cheeks.

“You know I’m always here for you, Elizabeth. What do you need?” Louis asked.

Elizabeth embraced Louis as she laid her head on his shoulder. She later pressed her hand against his stomach before slipping up to his chest, as if she were trying to reach his heart. But his heart wasn’t enough to exorcise this lonesome feeling Elizabeth kept all these years. She knew, but she needed a distraction. Her head tilted to glance at Louis before she leaned closer to his ear.

“Louis, indulge me. Just tonight or many nights if you enjoyed our time.” Elizabeth whispered. Her hot breath sent shivers down Louis’ spine. “Let our worries and stress go, and be free,” Elizabeth said before kissing his scar. “Would you like that?”

What a tempting offer! To lie in bed with the woman Louis had been eyeing for years. From feeling and tasting her warm and soft skin, to decorating her body with his marks, to smelling her vanilla perfume that once suffocated him but now comforts Louis. And as she said it, letting out their frustrations, and deepened their relationship. His soul can calm hers down. It’s his chance to express his profound love for Elizabeth.

Alas, he couldn’t accept her offer. Elizabeth’s heart went away with William.

Her demeanor changed when William disappeared. It was like someone had possessed Elizabeth. Every day, she wore long black dresses with a matching fascinator hat and gloves. Even with the harsh, strong winds or the heaviest rain, her clothes remained the same. Because of her attire, she was easy to spot in a crowd, and Elizabeth became a target for relentless harassment. Rumors spread throughout the country, from Elizabeth being involved with the crimes committed by the Moriarty family to her having an affair with William while knowing he was the Lord of Crime. Because of the speculations, people sent hundreds of letters to her mailbox, with many containing death threats, causing her to be paranoid. Unfortunately, her explanations have fallen on deaf ears. So, she always asked Louis to accompany her wherever she went on the off chance someone would attack her. Her eye bags enlarge, her lively and long hair turned brittle, and her skin turn pale as she copes with the passing of William with cigarettes and alcohol. She resembled more like a living, dead girl.

It wasn’t until now that she was back to her old self. Thanks to Louis’ intervention, she developed healthier coping mechanisms. However, her grief never went away, and she had moments of relapse, like right now.

“Elizabeth,” Louis said, gently pushing her away. “I am flattered by your offer. But I’m afraid I must decline. I believe the incident is still haunting you.”

Despite her tainted reputation, she courted other gentlemen. Though some gentlemen offered marriage, Elizabeth was not interested. Instead, she escaped by having multiple one-night stands. So Louis, who was an important figure and friend in her life, rejecting her offer, was a blow to her ego and frail heart. She couldn’t help but tear up at his rejection.

“Elizabeth, please understand,” Louis said as he kneeled in front of her while holding both of her hands.

“But you’ve fallen for me, no?” Elizabeth asked between sniffles. “Surely you want to do this with me?”

Louis gasped at her comment. He intended to never reveal his feelings until the timing was right. In the three years since the final act, he remained quiet about his romantic attraction to Elizabeth. Especially when she went through a downward spiral. It still isn’t. However, he didn’t have a choice, she wasn’t the same naive little girl. So he finally let his secret out of his chest.

“I must confess, Elizabeth, I love you. I’ve loved you since childhood. Admittedly, it upset me that you longed for my brother. However, you truly brought color into his life. That beautiful smile you showed my brother made me happy. But I never wanted to step in the way of my brother’s happiness.”

A loud, wet cough echoed as Louis lay on his bed. His health has deteriorated, not with his coughs increasing but with the unsuspecting muscle spasms, an annoying chill despite his battle with the burning fever, and his inability to breathe. Fortunately, someone made a prayer, and an angel appeared. Elizabeth rushed towards his side with a tray full of food, making footsteps that sounded like stomps, not wanting to waste any time to help Louis.

“Lou-Lou, everything will be alright. I made you some lunch. It’s not much, just fish and chips with your afternoon tea and a cup of fruit,” Elizabeth said as she laid the tray on his night table.

Louis blushed at the nickname, but before he could protest, he had another coughing session.

“Lou-Lou!” Elizabeth rushed to his side before she lifted him and patted his back. “Everything will be alright. You’ll recover from this illness soon. I’ve been praying for a miracle, and it’s here. You’re scheduled for surgery soon, and you’ll be free,” Elizabeth said as she continued her light patting.

“Elizabeth?” Louis called in a groggy voice. “Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to visit the orphanage with Albert soon?” He asked.

“I am, but I noticed you were running a fever, so I told Albert that I would stay and help take care of you. It’s alright; the children will understand, and Albert isn’t upset,” Elizabeth said as she rubbed his back.

“Thank you. I’m grateful for your support,” Louis said.

“I’ll be here for you, Lou-Lou, always,” Elizabeth said. “If I have your attention, Lou-Lou, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you. I was speaking to William, and I mentioned that you’re more quiet around me. Why is that? Have I done something wrong?” Elizabeth asked as she took the plate of fish and chips. She sat down on a chair near Louis’ bed.

His heart was running a marathon. The sweat pouring down his face was more noticeable. His body felt heavy. At this moment, he would rather drop dead than confess.

“Well, you see, Elizabeth,” Before he could explain, he had another coughing fit.

“Never mind all that nonsense, Lou-Lou. You should rest. I’m sorry I put you through stress. Please forgive me,” Elizabeth said in a panic. “Let me hand you your tea. Be careful; it’s hot! Oh, let me get you another blanket. I’ll be right back,” Elizabeth said before kissing his forehead without thinking.

As she hurried out of his room, Louis stared at the ceiling and became lost in his train of thought. At the start, he thought of her as a sister figure. That’s how he initially rationalized his feelings. A kind-hearted yet naive girl who always looked after him and William. Who also likes to give kisses to him? He always had to remind himself that they were platonic kisses. A rather perky and polite girl, almost to an annoying level. A girl with a big complexion. She comes from a lower class, however; she doesn’t resent the noble people. Not even to the Moriarty family, who practically took turns to antagonize her. Instead, she looks at the bright side of things. Even when her body is decorated with black and blue bruises, she maintains the same shining smile. Speaking of which, the sun always brightens her eyes, and when it’s night, she shines brighter than any candle. She was his angel.

It wasn’t until he heard Elizabeth scream William’s name in joy that his dream bubble popped. William has returned home. Louis slowly gets up from his bed and looks through the window, only to be crushed by the sight of Elizabeth hugging William.

He knew he had zero chances with Elizabeth. He could never bring out the same smile, sparkling eyes, and flushed cheeks as his brother did. They’re dedicated to one another; they’re perfect for each other. But he understood that it was not about him; it was about them.

“As long as she’s happy, I’ll be alright,” Louis said as Elizabeth and William walked back inside the mansion.

“Maybe one day I’d like to court you or spend the night together. But only once you direct your life in the right direction. You’re still in a vulnerable place, and I don’t want to take advantage of you,” Louis said.

That’s not what she wanted—not another lecture.

“Louis, I’m sorry,” she whispered as she kneeled and covered her head. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave me. I promise to clean up my act. Please don’t leave. You can hate me all you want, but don’t go. It’s bad enough that I hardly see Albert since he is imprisoned. I don’t want you to leave me, too.” Elizabeth begged as she clung to his suit.

“Elizabeth, I could never hate you. Like I said before, I’m not saying no because I don’t want you. I do, but I want you to desire me. A genuine desire. My heart aches knowing you only desire me because I remind you of William,” Louis said.

She gasped at his last statement. She understood his reasoning. Even if they spend the night together, William will still plague her mind. How exhausting everything was! Even in recovery, she can’t forget or forgive William. But more importantly, she was using Louis for some sick pleasure. He was right. Sometimes Elizabeth looks at Louis, and she sees William. The same hair color, similar scarlet eyes, similar mannerisms—everything. This madness needs to end. She could’ve hurt Louis. No, she was hurting him. Throughout the years, he was essentially her caretaker. He made sure she was safe, eating nutritious meals, and convinced her to stop abusing drugs. He saved her life, yet this is how she thanked him.

“I’m sorry, Louis. I’ve become so selfish. I’ve been a horrible person.” Elizabeth said in between sniffles. “You essentially gave up your life to take care of me. Look what I succumbed to—a pathetic woman who is still in mourning for someone who would never reciprocate her love. I’m so sorry.” Her bloodshot eyes, her ghostly skin stained with her makeup mixed with her tears, and her sobbing clouded Louis’ mind. He took out his handkerchief to wipe the makeup off.

“There’s no need to apologize, Elizabeth. He was my brother. I was in an agonizing mourning period as well. You just needed more time and support than others. And that’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Then a lightbulb lit up above his head. “I have an idea,” Louis said with much enthusiasm in his voice. “It’s rather simple, but I think it can help.”

By your side, I am comforted by our silence. But it was frightening to know the reason for your silence. It’s because you’re no longer here with me. But I know when I look up, you are looking down, watching over me. I know I’ve made many mistakes in my life, some ridiculous, some risky. I suppose you were trying to protect me, but I ignored you. I started smoking because it reminded me of you. How ridiculous. But the biggest mistake was falling in love with you, William James Moriarty. Loving you has consumed my life. But I held so much hatred because of the secret life you kept. Sometimes I blame you for the harassment I’ve received because of my association with you. Yet, I held so much hope for your return. However, it’s been three years now, and my patience is running thin. I have to set myself free because this sick love has imprisoned me for too long. Maybe if we met in different circumstances, we would’ve been married with children. Maybe I could’ve cured that ache in your sensitive heart. I’m sorry. I must cut my sunflowers to make room for new flowers. Until we meet again, William.

“Is that all you want to say?” Louis asked with a gentle tone after he finished reading her letter.

“That’s all, yes,” Elizabeth said.

“Well, what would you like to do with this letter?” Louis asked.

There was a pregnant pause before she stared back at Louis, hoping he would give her the answer. But that won’t help. This was something she had to do herself. She took the letter and a match, setting the letter on fire. This moment dumbfounded Louis as she stomped on the burned letter. She took a shaky, deep breath before a small smile appeared.

“That was ecstatic,” she said before she embraced Louis. “Thank you. I’ve never felt this magnificent in a long time. I owe you my life, Lou-Lou.” She said as she glanced at her night table, which had a picture of William and a dead sunflower near the picture.

The once lively sunflower, with petals as soft as William’s hands, has a gentle stem that reminds her of William’s delicate heart. The color was almost the same shade as William’s hair. Her sunshine boy is gone, but she lived through the tragedy, and she is ready to move on.

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