Antonio unbuttons his jacket. It's a chilly winter night, even more so, without it. But he unbuttons it anyway, taking out a small, round urn.

He gazes out into the ocean. It's pitch black, illuminated only the moon, whose reflection wobbles on the water's surface. And then a wave, one bigger than the others that lapped the pier, crashes against it, and Antonio jolts, holding the urn tightly, as if fearing that the ocean would snatch it away. But then the water calms down again.

He gazes at the urn, a wave of hesitation washing over him. He's put this off for ages. Almost a year now, simply because he couldn't face the thought of letting Arthur go. He was taken from him so suddenly, that one afternoon; he was out getting milk, and a lorry spun out of control, and hit him on his way home. Since he's received his urn, Antonio has treated it like it's Arthur. He's talked to it. Made it cups of Arthur's favourite tea. Watched crap reality shows with it. Complained about how long it took for Sherlock episodes to come out with it. He's done everything that Arthur would have wanted, except lay it to rest. Arthur always said that he wanted his ashes scattered in the ocean. But Antonio's put it off. He hasn't been willing to let him go. Not until now.

Antonio opens the urn. He tells himself that Arthur's not in there. It's just his body. Or what used to be his body. He tells himself that Arthur's in a better place.

And before he can hesitate anymore, he opens the urn and dumps the contents out. Arthur's body is carried away by the wind, before falling into the ocean.

Antonio clutches the urn tight. I did it, Arthur. Just what you wanted.

He begins to tremble, and a brief flash of Arthur comes to mind. He falls to his knees.

And before he knows it, he's shouting at the ocean. He shouts, 'I love you', 'I loved you', 'I'll always love you'.

Hey. Kitty here.

It's been a while, hasn't it? I haven't uploaded anything on this account in like, two years. I'm sorry to disappoint you all, but I guess I kinda lost interest in this site. Other things have been going on in my life, namely, my book, which I am STILL working on, and trying to find my feet after I graduated. I love my book, and the characters I made for it, with all my heart, and I won't publish it until it's the very best work I can possibly write.

First off, I'd like to say a massive thank you to everyone who read my stories. Thank you for taking the time to write all of your wonderful reviews. You haven't the foggiest idea how much they have meant to me, over the years. I'd go as far as to say that one in particular made me decide that I wanted to be a writer. That one gave me the inspiration I needed to finally write something original. That one gave me hope, and something to aim for in my life. Which one? I think that person knows already. I kinda sent a PM to them about how it was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me.

I know what you're all thinking. Does this mean that I'm leaving? No, but it does mean that I won't be on as much anymore. I might post the odd one shot, here and there, but otherwise, I have actual books I want to write. I want to develop my skills as a writer, and get myself out on the market of real writing.

I'm sorry, and I love you all,

Kitty.