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Author's note : This is my first fic in Sherlock's fandom. Woot Woot. You can thank my beta Garonne.

You :

She had never heard so many sweet words in her life – not coming from Sherlock. She should have been happy, really. But she couldn't. She trusted Sherlock, she always had, so when he said: "I think I'm going to die," she thought: "Then he is going to die." And it was as if her heart was suddenly pulled out of her ribcage.

What did he need? "You," he said.

You.

She should have been happy. She should have wanted to hear this answer. She just hadn't expected the word to hurt so much.

Three letters.

Amazing how three letters were able to shatter her whole world.

You. Three letters.

She shouldn't have been surprised: there were three letters in the word "die", too.