Warning: Spoilers
Though at a distance, as I looked to him, terrified, hoping that he was joking, praying, pleading, that he'd step back and cut this nonsense; as my brain constantly shut down and lit up, as my stomach fell, as my gut told me to run to him, to bring him to safety…
There stood my friend, and the only man who changed my life. The man who accepted all of who I was, the man that had saved me from my loneliness, there he stood, at the edge of a buildings rooftop, so high up…
And for the first time, in the time that I had the gratuitous though interesting gift of living with him, I had seen the man who was supposedly void of any feeling or need to care or love for another, cry, -a single tear falling-, as he looked down to me, voice cracking, begging that I to stay, that I listen, that I watch him with a fixed gaze.
I had demanded that he stop, begged that he not do it. But once that tear fell… I knew that Sherlock was not going back from this…
And yet like a fool I watched, unable to look away, as he fell…
As he, Sherlock Holmes, decided to take his own life…
… As I watched on…
Sherlock…
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A/N- Small request of John witnessing the fall from below (with former or direct words - I chose former, as if though he wrote it in some private journal rather then his blog).
As asked, 221 words.
Also, kind of some grand proof that I haven't died or committed suicide yet thanks to The Reichenbach Fall