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This is a songfic. The song is Gogol Bordello - The Sun Is On My Side.
Jim had a guitar.
The metal strings and the plastic tuning pegs were usual – one head was broken in half, – but there was a picture of a sun on the body. It was a very artistic painting, with accurate lines and rich colours that hadn't faded through the years. Jim bought this guitar in college, just before giving up on his study, and his friend of those times drew this wonder for him.
Jim wasn't sentimental at all (he quickly forgot the painter's name) and he'd wanted to buy a new guitar more than once, but he couldn't find anybody who could replicate the picture exactly enough – the outlines could be made perfectly but the paints always let artists down. Recently he had an idea that the paints were actually not paints but something like nail lacquer. But he won't be able to prove it.
Because the song would end, the cigarette would burn out, and he'd have to put the guitar away and go meet Sherlock. He didn't think he'd be back alive.
What to play to himself by way of farewell? "Stayin' Alive" was left for Sherlock. Jim always liked unpleasant hints.
What was here now is gone...
Actually, he shouldn't afford have this break. He'll have enough time to rest after the funerals.
But Jim always afforded lots of things.
When the sun comes up
It will be on your side...
- You are on the side of the angels, Sherlock.
And the sun is on the side of mine.
Inhale.
The sun isn't high yet but already is dazzling, the colour of Moran's ginger blond hair.
Moran died last spring. Now, it's Jim's turn.
The sun is on our side.
Shot.
The sun shines from the sky. It's brighter than any nuclear explosion, brighter even than Sherlock's eyes. For a half-instant its outlines get red, like on the familiar painting – Jim wants to habitually touch them with his fingertips. His death is brightened by the same star as his life. Then, the dark falls upon his eyes and absorbs everything, even the star.
Exhale.
When the sun comes up
I'll let out last breath
And slumber softly into the death...