Serendipity

The beautiful red rose left on the threshold of his room was the only thing reminding William that today was 14th of February.

He bent and neatly picked up the flower, silently studying it with his only eye. William smiled, realising that all the thorns were carefully cut to prevent him from hurting himself, and turned around to place the rose on his writing desk.

All the great knowledge and immense mind of his were not necessary in the case of the mysterious little gift, for the only person who allowed himself to speak of William as of the red rose, and even witnessed him carelessly hurting himself with the thorns while leaning to smell beautiful flowers in the garden last week, was now waiting for him in the other end of the house.Or William and Sherlock get involved in a peculiar secret game on Valentine’s Day and, astoundingly, both lose it to each other.