I have been asked by Raychaell Dionzeros to do a sequel to One Last Time and this has been encouraged by my friend Luna Moriarty. So here it is. I'm sorry to anyone who's feels got killed (Luna and ME) before. -Moo x
Together Again
A few hours ago I saw my best friend die. A few hours ago I learnt that my best friend loved me. Now, I'm sitting in Molly's lounge with Molly sitting beside me, trying to comfort me. I was crying when Molly found me, I can't really remember but that's what she said. I'd sent her a text at some point telling her to come quickly but it was already to late for John. He went as I came back. It was as if we'd swapped places but I knew we hadn't, otherwise he wouldn't have really died, his death would have been fake and he'd come up to me some time in the future and reveal that he's alive- No, I can't think those thoughts, they'll just make it harder to cope with if I trick my mind into believing John is actually alive. The thing is, I need John. Not just for cases and the like but I need him because he was my best friend, and maybe, we could have been a couple, Moriarty is gone. I'm saying all this but I don't really feel any grief. Molly assures me this is normal and I have known this reaction to be common but I thought I'd feel something more than this. I don't even feel a tinge of sadness, which seems odd to me as he was my best friend and when I left him it hurt to see how sad he was. Like I said, Molly tells me that it's normal to feel fine until the funeral, which is when the grief normally kicks in. That's when it finally sinks in that they're gone. I realise that this is what John went through and probably more as far as my knowledge of how he coped informs me. I feel guilt though. Because John never knew what I was doing for those three years I could've spent with him, he never found out how I survived nor did I ever get to apologise to him. And now, it's too late, for all of that. I don't see the point of trying anymore. I jumped to save John but then he died all the same, and he had to live three years alone. Moriarty is dead, I have nothing left to do with my life. Not now that I've become a consulting detective, defeated Moriarty and lost John. So, when Molly tries to stop me leaving her house, I ignore her, instead I go straight to Bart's hospital and I make my way to the roof. Once there, I walk up to the ledge,
"I'm nearly there John. I'll be with you, forever." I hear Molly run up onto the roof and shout my name as I fall. I spread out my arms and close my eyes until the very end. Until we are together again.