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.
