"We are gathered here today the mourn the loss of a great man, perhaps one of the greatest the world has ever known. Today, we bid farewell to Sherlock Holmes."
The preachers words and everything else around me seemed to fade away as I became lost in my thoughts. It's still just so unbelievable. I don't think that I've still quite fully processed and accepted it yet. Well, I'm not sure I'll ever actually accept it.
He's gone. He's really gone this time.
There was no stroke of luck in his favor, no miracle to save him. There will be no triumphant return. Not this time.
I had seen him survive so much that I nearly thought him invincible. I was completely wrong.
We let our guard down, and Holmes paid for it. In a split second, everything changed. In a split second, my life was turned upside down as Holmes lost his.
Sherlock Holmes, the world's greatest detective was dead.
This is the story of his final moments...
End Note: Hey, readers. I seem to be an angst, tragedy writer when it comes to Sherlock Holmes. I don't have the slightest clue as to why, but oh well. Anyway, please review, and know that this story will be updated at different speeds, depending on my inspiration.
