Yesterday's Storms, Today's Madness

by Eloquence991

It's been four months since the deaths of Jim Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes, and all John Watson and Richard Brook want to do is to move on from that day and go on with their lives. But when the two meet each other one fateful day, they find that moving on may not come to them easily. [Post-Fall, Pre-Hearse. T for later updates]

Prologue

Two broken heartbeats keep time to a dismal tune, setting the pace for two different funeral marches. Though different, they live now under the same overcast sky.

"Good luck with that."

"Goodbye John."

Silent fighters, the meaning of time lost on two who are struggling within it.

"But we both know that's not quite true."

The wounds fester, despair untreated, leaving a dull ache in the place of where a heart once was.

"Sentiment is a chemical found in the losing side."

With each passing day comes a premature winter, numbing the living as life becomes nothing more than a broken record, going through the motions day after day.

"That's what people do."

An angel with the face of the devil, the other with a loyal heart.

"Do you ever wonder if there's something wrong with-?"

One day since.

"No one ever gets to me."

Two weeks.

"Keep your eyes fixed on me."

Three months.

"No rush."

Four.