You are John's younger sister and you didn't really have a good relationship with your brother's flatmate... In fact, Sherlock always thought you saw him as an emotionless, cold and queer man, while he was seeing in you all the opposite... The truth was that he was in love with you, he solely kissing you, hugging you, touching you in his mind palace... This imaginary place has become some kind of refuge, where he was living his dearest dreams...

One early morning, you come to 221B and you see Sherlock almost sleeping in his couch, as he is disconnected from the real word, however, you don't know he is currently in his mind palace... You touch his shoulder to make him wake up, and Sherlock gently graps your wrist, thinking he's still in his mind palace. He softly touches your cheek...

"You look absolutely beautiful my love..."