AN: Hi, everyone! So, after more than a year of having an account on this side, I finally have the courage to publish something. While this isn't the first thing I've ever written, I'm still fairly new to this, so please tell me what you think so I can work on my skills (plus I'm curious). Also, notice that English is not my first language, but I have done my best. :)

Okay, I don't want to bore you, so I'll just let you enjoy (hopefully) this little something.

Love,

Rima

Eurus

We are standing on a windy airfield and don't know what to say. It is what we have become - awkward glances and uncomfortable silence. There is only one thing I want to say, always have, it's burning my mouth... but then you look at me and I know I can't do this to you, not now, so instead, I make a stupid joke and see you laugh one last time. And for one short moment, I am not afraid of feeling it, and I smile. For this one moment, it is like nothing has changed and when this is over, we will return home to Baker Street together.

But everything has changed; your home is elsewhere now, and I am about to leave and never come back. That's what happens when you lose The Game - you never come back. When you're weak, you get sorted out. I don't say that out loud, but you hear it anyway. I'm glad that hasn't changed.

We shake hands for the last time, holding on to each other. Then we let go, and I turn around to go the way all defeated go.

The eastwind has come to get me at last.