The immaculate blue coat intrigued my miniscule being as I followed feeling almost idiotic compared to the immense creature vivaciously striding in front of me.I began to ponder from what he was so quickly trying to avoid if by fact he was. His swift, but sure movements painfully reminded me of a old friend, but not just any old friend...Sherlock.
I felt a unyielding stabbing Perce my side as a result of what first thought to be caused simply by the reminder of him. Ever since the day when my insensitive but none of the less adored friend...left me, my hole life has been drenched with sorrow and confusion. Clearly these feelings have only grown more intense by the way this pain effected not only my sub-consciense but my entire body. No this felt unbelievably real, almost as if i could feel a blood like liquid tricel down my side as if i was actually producing a blood like substance which stung my every move. Unable to bear the pain anymore i let out a cry and fell to the ground. As gravity trampled me to the ground i could catch a glimpse of a wound with a red substance that seemed to rush from it and as the heavy to bear reality hit i could feel my body slowly shutting down. The tought of what came next did not disturb me. After all who did i have left? Its been almost a year since Sherlock left his"note" and i don't think he could have danced his way out of this one. I had lost him and there was no way around this fact.
I could feel the presense of people surrounding me as I braced myself for my final breath in this world and just as my eyes fluttered shut I could hear a cry produced from a overly familar face when with a immense feeling of disbelief the world went dark.
Written in john Watson's point of view.