Finding out the Truth
Chapter 1
Jim Moriarty began to throw everything he could fit into a suitcase, crying as he did.
"Jim, wait. Can we talk?" asked Sebastian, from outside the door.
"No. Go away," said Jim. He picked up the locket that had his mother's ashes in it, the last thing he had to remember her by, and packed it too.
"Come on, Jim. Just open the door."
"There's nothing to talk about. I can't believe you waited all this time to tell me you love me. I mean, if you had told me a long time ago, I could have avoided this whole thing with Sherlock," said Jim.
"Really, would you have?" asked Sebastian with surprise in his voice.
"Okay, maybe I wouldn't have, but that's not the point," he said, as he closed his suitcase. He tried to open the door, only to find Sebastian, holding it shut. "Seb, let go. I'm leaving," said Jim. Sebastian finally let go. Jim walked to the door.
"If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be alive," said Sebastian.
"So what, I'm supposed to love you just because you saved me? I'm not a prize to be won."
"Oh, but it's okay for you to think of Sherlock as one?"
"That's different," said Jim. "He doesn't work for me." He then made his way to the front door and opened it. "Goodbye, Seb." And with that, he left.