Running, flight after flight of stairs, out of breath but he won't stop. It felt like the stairs went on forever, and he was never going to get there, to save him. The last flight, the longest, but he won't give up. He runs up, two steps at a time until he reaches the top and bursts through the door that leads him onto the roof. Scanning the area, hoping he had a plan and got himself out without getting hurt, but no, he didn't. He goes limp at the sight. The gun, the blood, the body. The body of the only man he ever loved, his only friend. The only man he would let himself get close to, because he was so convinced that nothing could ever happen to him. The body of Jim Moriarty.
He couldn't help falling. To his knees he went and the tears rolled down his face, slipping into his gaping mouth as he struggled to breath. It felt like he was being held underwater, choking for air. The feeling in his hands had gone, the colour drained from him, he was now as pale as the body lying in front of him. He arched over Jim, grabbing the collar of his new coat he bought just for this occasion. His death. Burying his face into Jim's chest he screams. The pain like venom, seeping through his veins and taking over his body. But he knows that there's nothing he can do, he can't bring him back, he's gone.
Looking up to Jim with the psychotic look on his face and the smell of iron making him want to throw up he set his sight on the gun which Jim had took his own life with. Staring, thinking, grabbing. The gun now in his grip, "I'm only happy when I'm with you," he whispers to Jim, hoping he would answer, but he doesn't.
With the now loaded gun in his hands he raises it, puts the barrel to the roof of his mouth, and pulls the trigger. A flash, and then he falls to Jim's side, with a bullet in his head.
Sebastian Moran can be happy once again.