This is my first english fanfiction on our beloved website, . I wanted to start with the translation of a OS.
A big thank you to Elizabeth Mary Holmes who helped me so much...
Enjoy !
Disclaimer : The characters of Sherlock are not mine …. Sigh ...
Flying Bird
" Felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders
Pressure to break or retreat at every turn
(…)
But I've come too far to go back now
(...)
I'm looking for freedom
And to find it may take everything I have "
Freedom, Anthony Hamilton feat. Elayna Boynton,
One step to the roof's edge. Two steps now. Fear is painted all over his face. Do birds fear the jump before taking off for the first time? One can see his pain. His hand is shaking as he raises it as if he was greeting John for the last time. Birds find their way back at nest after their first flight. He is scared.
"Keep your eyes fixed on me !"
He must keep in touch with John. The voice. The heart. Or all of this would have been vain and useless.
"That's what people do, don't they ? Leave a note…"
"Goodbye John…"
He throws away his mobile phone. He stretches his long arms, just like a big black bird ready to take off. Full of magnificence. That is the last act. Staging must be perfect. He falls over and waves his arms. A dark shadow in front of the dignified white frontage of the hospital.
However, the bird does not open its wings. Only the coat is floating above the thin body crashing on the ground. How trivial is reality! The body convulses briefly, blood on the grey pavement. Bird is dead.
I hope you appreciated this fanfiction.
Reviews are, of course, welcomed.
Thank you for reading,
Lizzy221B.