"Goodbye, John"
My heart stopped.
Sherlock jumped.
His black, long coat flapping around him, he fell. Down, down, down.
Then with a sickening crack, he hit the pavement. No…
Sherlock can't be dead… No…
I clumsily made my way over to where his body hit the pavement, a cyclist hit me, I fell.
I stared at the body, people were grouping around him. No… Please, no. Sherlock, please, no…
I slowly got up and stumbled over to his body.
"I'm a doctor" I said unconsciously as I walked through the crowd. I knelt down beside him and felt for his pulse.
None… There was no pulse…
People started pulling me away. I let them… Sherlock was gone, dead.
I felt my eyes prickle with tears, I fought them back.
His last words echoed through my head, "Goodbye, John. Goodbye, John…"
He is dead…. Isn't he…
Sherlock Holmes is dead.