End
John looked out of his window, down onto the busy street of London. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror that hung, crookedly, on the wall. John stared into the cracked, dirty glass and failed to recognise himself. He felt as though he had aged by twenty years in the past two weeks. The lines on his face were much more defined, his skin was a flatter, greyer colour. John looked away from the mirror. He put the tip of his forehead on the window and looked down onto the street below. He wondered if this is what Sherlock saw before...
He wondered what it felt like to fall, to fly. John stretched his arms out copying the stance that Sherlock had assumed that day. He closed his eyes and imagined being Sherlock. He felt dizzy. He felt sick. He broke down into tears, yet again. He was so tired. He just wanted to understand. Why? Why?! Why had Sherlock done it? Why did their lives together have toend? Why did Sherlock have to end?