As I stood at Jim's grave marker I realized my friend. My boss. My lover. Was never coming back. It didn't seem fair. Things were getting good for them. Then Jim had to go and pull that stunt. I was suddenly holding back a sob. "I brought you tiger lilies. I remembered you saying you loved them." I whisper to the marker. Softly I rest them in the soft grass. The bright orange almost hurt my already stinging eyes. I ran my fingers over the smooth marble and let out a shaky breath. "Jim. Why. Why would you do this to me..." I start. "You promised me we were forever. Why did you do it..." Tears started to form in my eyes and before long I was slumped over the grave sobbing. A long while later I brush myself off and wipe my eyes. "Well boss. I will remain loyal to you. It's still forever. Nothing has changed." I gave a sad smile and stood up walking back the way I came.

Every year on the day Jim died I would bring Tiger lilies and a bottle of cognac. I would tell Jim about the things that happened over the year. I told the grave marker about how Sherlock came back. I almost shot the detective the moment I saw him. Many years later I told Jim about the woman I met. Her name was Joanna, a old flame from the army. We were getting engaged that summer. I could only imagine Jim's face if he ever breathed those words aloud. Just the thought brought fresh tears to my eyes.

After that the visits got shorter. I had children with Joanna. The thoughts of Jim were getting more distant with every passing day. A few years went by and the visits stopped all together. Though I will never forget James Moriarty. He was a huge part of my life and every once in a while I think of him. When I see a odd story on the news. When I see a bottle of cognac...or even lilies at the market. Jim will forever be part of my life.