A.N: Hey guys!
Here is a short Sherlolly story I wrote. It's a series of one-shot. Anyways let me know what you think.

A big thank you to a.e 90 for proofreading the story.

Warning: Character death.

Steffy2106

Prologue:

Sherlock was hurrying through the busy London streets, fastening his Belfast to protect himself from the cold February wind.

He arrived to Vive la Rose flower shop at 8:30 am sharp, just as the owner opened the door.

"Ah, Mr. Holmes, right on time as every year. Please come in, your flowers have just been delivered."

Sherlock looked around the store while the old man arranged the bouquet.

"Those purple primroses are particularly beautiful. I'm sure your wife will appreciate them even more than usual."

Sherlock looked down at the gold band on his ring finger and twisted it around.

"Yes," he replied, as he turned around and extended his credit card.

"Is there anything else you want with these flowers? The usual card?"

"Yes. Just say, 'Dearest Molly, ten years already and I still love you like when we first kissed. Yours always, Sherlock'."

Sherlock looked at his watch as he was exiting the store, right on schedule. He looked down at the flowers. They were beautiful, almost as beautiful as the first bouquet he brought for his Molly.

He smiled at the memories, the memories of how Molly Hooper turned his life upside down.