Hey guys, is anyone even there? If, by chance, someone actually happens to find my story, then thank you for reading, reviews will be greatly appreciated! This is my first fanfic ever, and I'm new to the Sherlock fandom, so if there's anything that needs to be corrected, PLEASE let me know!
He couldn't see it, but he could hear what was happening. He heard the pain in the voice as it said its final words: "Goodbye, John." He heard something, probably the phone, hit the ground. Then, he heard silence, followed by a muffled panic down below. It was done. Everything he'd hoped for was done, and now he didn't know what to do. Now, he was bored.
Jim didn't really know what to expect, now that Sherlock was gone & out of the way. His game, his goal, was gone. Won. Achieved. Of course, he didn't kill Sherlock just to kill him, no, no, no, no, no. He may be a criminal, a murderer, but there was a reason. A very good reason, in fact. He just couldn't quite remember it. His mind was still a bit fuzzy after hitting the cement rooftop of St. Barts.
St. Barts.
That's what it was. He remembered his reason. The reason Sherlock had to die. The reason he had to live.
He smiled, an honest, hopeful, happy smile, as her name fell from his lips: "Molly."