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"Take a deep breath,"
It is the first sentence he hears before the man's gloved hands clamp around his mouth and nose. He isn't surprised. He knows Culverton is an impatient man. He knows he is going to die.
Yet for the first time, he's scared.
It is like a pit feeling in his heart, weighing him down like stones chained to his feet. He tries to breathe. Breathing never felt so hard. His killer's hands are iron. He's being push to the edge of the cliff. There is no way escaping.
He tries to hit him first. Maybe if he experience pain, he might let go. Maybe he might get out of this mess he got himself into. But his opponent's grip is strong. He's being push to the edge of the cliff. And his feet are slipping.
John will come. He thought. He has to come.
He can't hold on any longer. He's sliding even when he's straining against the force. He's trying his best. He wishes John could come. Because he's slipping. And he knows there won't be long till he falls. The chances are small. And this moment, Sherlock Holmes put his entire life into believing that his friend will come.
Because the only way to save John Watson, is to let him save you. Mary's words echoed back at him. John Watson will come. He has to. Because that's what friends do. They look after each other.
His chest hurt. Pale blue orbs stare back at him, and Sherlock wonders whether this going to be the last thing he'll ever see. His killer's eyes, staring back at him.
It won't. He struggles at his restraints. It won't.
It can't be. Because John will come. John will come and John will save him from this man. He's at the edge of the cliff, but he's still holding on. He's striving for John, John Watson, his friend. He killed his friend's wife. Does he deserve to live?
"Maintain eye contact," he hears him whisper. "Maintain, eye contact,"
The sides were beginning to blur. He wish John could come faster. Mary says he'll come. He's at the edge of the cliff now. He wish John could come now.
"And off… we… pop,"
The room around him darkens. The rock underneath him slips. He senses himself falling. He wish John could come save him now. Because he tried his best. He's at the edge of the cliff and he's falling and this time there's no way out. There's no more faked death, no more games, because this cliff is real. He's at the edge of the cliff and he's falling. And he wishes John Watson would come save him. I'm sorry I killed your wife, he thought, but please forgive me. Please, John Watson, please come now because I'm falling and I can't hold on any longer because there's nothing to hold on to except you.
He's falling and he wishes John Watson could come save him now.
But he never came.