Warnings: Suicide and Character Death
AN: Oh god, this entire thing was so painful to write. I have chapter one writtten, so it should be up soon.
John sat in his bedroom, perched at the edge of his bed. The gun lay in his hand, cold and metal against his soon to be no-longer warm skin. His eyes met the hand-written note, folded neatly on the floor below him, before they slowly closed and he raised his hand to align the barrel perfectly with his temple.
Sherlock Holmes' last words were "Goodbye John," whispered into a cellphone before falling off of a building onto concrete, a year ago to the date.
John Watson's last words were "I'm coming, Sherlock," whispered into the emptiness of a flat designed for two and occupied by one as a trigger was softly pulled.
