For just such an occassion

 
ForJustSuch
 

Was it you all along? Sherlock was there a month later pretending to be no more, fooling you with a breathing technique he learned on some remote mountain top years before. I suppose the room is a magnet for love lost and mysteries solved… I don’t remember now what motivated you to lie -Was it love? Money? Revenge?? I think perhaps a bit of each. But it was the tea that became your weapon of choice. (A quiet, very British way to off someone and a bit cliche if you ask me.) You always offered but never enjoyed… I eventually caught on that only one tea cup ever sat waiting to be your accessory, your partner-in-crime.