The Fall

by XxNico'sGirlxX

Just a depressing little story I wrote while I was bored in Algebra, showing what I think John and Sherlock thought during the fall. T because I'm paranoid. Johnlock if you use your imagination.

John's POV:

"Goodbye, John." Sherlock said. I was beyond words at this point. I just shook my head as I watched him drop the phone and take the one step that would send him hurtling towards the ground. I started towards the spot where he fell, not even feeling it when the biker sent me sprawling. I made it to Sherlock's side, but I was shaking so much I couldn't tell if there was a pulse. "Sherlock..." I whispered. Then I blacked out.

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Sherlock's POV:

Tears ran down my face for the first time in years as I looked down at John from the roof of St. Bart's. "It's what people do, isn't it? Leave a note? Well, this is my note." I said into the phone. "A note? Sherlock, what-?"John started, but I cut him off. "Goodbye, John." I dropped the phone, the tears still flowing. I kept my eyes on John as I fell. I heard a loud crack, presumably one of my bones cracking as I hit the ground, then everything went black.