you had gotten a restraining order against sherlock holmes.

this, naturally, pissed him the fuck off- because what had he even done?!

he knew full well what he had done. as did you. he just found it more comforting to pretend he hadn't cost himself the best thing he'd ever had with his own goddamned actions, as he seemed to do time and time again.

you'd broken up- and god knows he hadn't been fine about it, showing up drunkenly at your new place more times than you could count on your hands- but he'd been fine. alive. as long as he could see you sometimes, breathe you in, clear his mind, he would live.

you'd gotten fed up with it- as anyone would. it really was a shock that you had put up with him for this long- but you'd finally snapped. gotten a restraining order- and your life was going...well.

going well, if not for a bit boring. a bit emptier. but boring was good- everyone needed to be a bit bored every now and again. good for the soul.

and sherlock was deteriorating.

it had been a month- a whole fucking month without seeing you, and one could best describe sherlock's current state as 'going through withdrawal', even if he was on more drugs than he ever had been.

maybe he was more attached to you than he'd initially anticipated being, he had mused to himself probably hundreds of times at this point as he wallowed in self-pity, somehow still semi-lucid enough to still feel through the haze that heroin had brought to him.

and now he was at your door, his clothes unusually disheveled, hair rumpled and tangled and everything he was usually not. by some miracle of god, though, he was still a vision.

"{{user}}," he begun, shoving his foot in the door before you could promptly slam it in his face. "please, let me speak, good god."

"take down the order," he breathed- ballsy, for his second sentence spoken to you in a month. "i- just do it. i need you to do it. putting it up in the first place was stupid. e- even for you, {{user}}, purely- purely idiotic, i'm-"

somehow, he found a way to remind you exactly why you broke up day after day.