Authors Note: Maybe I'm too nice. Updating every few days. I wish I was meaner than I am but... Nope. Anyway... Chapter 2.


Mrs. Hudson ran in and a tall, dark figure crouched beside my body. Everything was fuzzy and… almost colorless. Like there was a filter. I stood by the counter and watched as if it were a dream.

"John…" Sherlock held my body against his chest and I could almost feel his shaking breaths tickling my hair.

"John… Oh, God, no."

A lot of me had hoped that this was my imagination. I had hoped it was just one of those things in the movies where the person learns a lesson.

Or Derren Brown.

This was not my imagination. This was real. It was real and yet extraordinarily false. I could hardly believe it.

But it was too late.

I was dead.

Tears rolled down Sherlock's face and I crouched down, looking at myself. Watching myself die in his arms.

"No. Don't do this… Please, John."

I closed my eyes as he whispered and opened them again as he held my body tighter. As I was slipping away, I heard his voice echo in the center of my head.

"John!"

I watched myself take my last breath. Then my vision slowly went black. The way it does when you faint. Around the edges, it gets dark. And slowly it closes in until there's nothing. You blink and tell the nearest person "I can't see."

And then you fall.