Like it? Tell me!
Sherlock stood on the edge of the rock staring at the gushing water beneath. It looked so wonderful so inviting. Why wouldn't anyone jump in it? It was so simple just to let it flow with one's body in it. It must feel so magnificent when the cold, untamed force dragged the body to its core with so much power. Oh! It must thrill a man to his core. It must be better than anything, more exquisite than anything at all.
Look at the water, it's so white in the moonlight. It's like milk. It's so clean. So fair. How very deceiving of it. It can turn out the lights and bring endless darkness to the one who jumps in. Without marring the beauty, without staining the white, without caring it would continue to flow.
Just like her. Just like her love.
Her beauty was the same when he last saw her. Her body still warm. Those lips still crimson. Her skin still soft. Only those dark mysterious eyes were closed. That mouth which uttered things so sweet, so divine, so pure also things so scathing, so poisonous, so fatal was closed. Never to be opened again.
It was for those words that he stood here now. It cost him his mind, body, soul and now it was going to take his life. Or whatever was left of it.
When he had dived into her for the first time, he was not as confident as he was this day. She was soft, warm, quivering. But now, she is like this water, cold, rash, deadly. She was dead. Yet she was deadly. She was costing him his life.
How could he live with a soul so marred with devious designs, a mind so used for causing death, a body which gave in to the temptations and heart which was so severely broken.
He couldn't risk living after what he had become. After what she had made out of him. Every light, warmth, tenderness was sucked out of him. He was filled with tendencies as black as tar. Something poisonous had spread all over him. All he saw was darkness, all he touched was void, all the heard was the bitter laughter of betrayal, all he breathed was smoke of his own burning heart.
He wanted it to stop. He wanted to wash it all off. He wanted to be pure again. He knew when his body would be found there would be no trace of the darkness that he was carrying in his heart now. He would be as pure as he was on the day he was born, before the day he had met her, before the time he fell in love.
He would jump into her embrace this one last time and let her play with him like a broken toy for one last time.
The river was her. She would be just like this forever. Even after he is gone. It is calling him. The sound is humming through his veins.
"I'm coming."
It was so cold the first touch of water, it was so harsh the first feel of the pull but it was so silent after that, so dark, so peaceful.