Cruel
It was cruel.
"Keep your eyes fixed on me."
I had to watch, just as he'd asked.
"Stay exactly where you are."
I had to stare up at the thin figure of my best friend, swaying up on the roof.
"Goodbye, John."
I had to be Sherlock's suicide note.
"I will burn the heart out of you."
And it was crueler than even Moriarty could've imagined.
—Fin
