Here he is – handsome, slim, with graceful step; the same as the first time I met him. He was the whole world for me; he is still my soul-mate. Yes… real love is always in the way.
Tall, with black hair, pale blue eyes, and soft skin; he's so handsome, even beautiful, yet such a good liar. Just as me…
When his eyes stopped on me, he smirked gently; he hugged me and then kissed me, as if he did not know what I was about to do. And I knew he knew, because no one, even me, can hide his or her intentions from Sherlock Holmes.
I am an assassin, hired by Moriarty. And Sherlock would never betray his country, his brother, and his best friend and flat-mate John. I cannot stop working for Moriarty, or he would kill me; we cannot be together, because my employer is at war with him. God save us, but our "us" was doomed.
I hugged him back and kissed him. I love him so much; I know he adores me equal. Tough we would never admit.
Our kisses heated up. Our passion was burning us inside-out. With every touch and every breath I could feel my heart breaking, because it knew this is for the last time. This is our last wish, so we didn't care at all this time. This time we don't speak. We just let our minds go blind and our bodies go wild. As we make love for the last time, I wish I have known him before this; I wish we could be together, maybe get married, and even maybe have kids? Tough I'm sure he thinks his genes can only lead to the birth of some kind of a monster.
After that we went to shower together, for the first time we took so long bathing. Up to now we were always in hurry, never having enough time for ourselves. Today, our last day, we had all the time in the world, just for us. We could die happy, knowing that we had the biggest treasure known – loving and being loved in return.
When we were ready, we remained naked. Why get dressed, when you will die by your lover's hands. Finally we took two-edged knife and put it between us. We both have drunk strong poison, but its effect would be faster, if our blood was in contact with air. So we decided that stabbing ourselves with two-edged knife was the best idea.
We reached to hug each other and with cry of pain we fell together, dying in agony. Soon on the floor there was little scarlet lake. Lake of tears and blood.
And this is how our story ends. Two hearts, beating only for each other, dying for the sake of never having to live without the other. This is why I find love so repelling, lying here on the floor, in the middle of blood-lake, hugging my love for the last time. And our breaths begin to slow and then to stop…
And then there is only darkness…
Because of this two-edged knife called "love".
This is based on one of my original fiction works. So this is a "what if" project on what will happen if I take my original works and turn them into fan fiction. I hope you liked it!
Edited: end of 2013, because of style issues and weird typos.
