Somewhere in London, stands a man, all alone, on the edge. In his hand is a cane, on his face is a smile, the kind where only the corners rise { ever-so-slightly }.
In his heart, is a hole, ripped open. A wound that had healed - now it bleeds.
In his mind, is a picture, of eyes, gray as steel, but change, shift, with the light.
A man, once whole, now is broken. As the cane lays still { now forgotten }.
His friend { a silhouette }, in his heart, pleads in vain, "Stop it, stop it now."
And the man shakes his head, eyes sad, but determined as he takes that { first } step.
The friend, now in panic, can do nothing, only watch, as the man stumbles - only slightly - rubbing his leg, forcing out a laugh { hatefully } at the whole situation.
He soon gains his balance, on the ledge where { the friend } had once stood.
His eyes turn to heaven, pleading for a moment, but just as quickly turn downwards. And the man, { gazing down } feels his eyes fill with water, as he murmurs, "I can still see the blood."
And the man, steps forward,
one
last
time
and his friend turns his back
fading
fading
fading fast.
The man, now at peace, lays { broken }.
The friend, not dead, but alive,
stands { wide-eyed }, as a tear falls slowly.
And the friend has a hole in his heart - never there. Now it bleeds as the man { now broken } lays - dies - in his place.
Wow... I really wasn't expecting this.
Is is good?
Did I do good this time?
Thanks for reading.
Inspiration: Boredom at school and I Will Follow You Into the Dark, cover by Gavin Mikhail.
Yes, John is the man and Sherlock is the friend. Based on the season two finale (basically, this is the aftermath, about as sad and morbid as it gets).
So so sad...
Anyways, hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for more stories. (I am working on them, really. Cross my heart, it just takes me a while.)
Oh. And I own nothing.
Damn.
