The Dead And The Dying

By Bowen Cates

Dedicated to VHunter07

Don't cry

I know you're scared of what will happen to me when I die

Don't worry

I'm not in any hurry yet to meet the sky

Have a little faith in me

And I will see you through the pain

In this world there's so much misery

It feels just like we're crying in the rain


Prologue

Sarah:

I remember when I was eleven and first gazing into those wonderful, stern eyes; eyes full of understanding and fear, pain and knowledge, hope and courage, eyes as unseeing as an impulse; but as observant as the lens of a magnifying glass.

I never thought at that moment that I would grow to care this much about Mr. Sherlock Holmes. I never thought it mattered anyway.

But now here I am, scarcely more than a girl, watching as my life slowly drains out of me, most of it was not a good life. It had very few of those moments which conceal the better parts of the scruples. But it had him in it at least, and for a short time I was happy.

The dying may slip away with a smile on her face, all the time mourning the pain of a man already long dead from the slow erosion of the centuries.

He was the first one to call me Sarah without malice or venom in so many years. I loved him for that.

I love him still, my brother, my family.

My friend.