A/N: Thank you to HLotD for introducing me to an insightful and though-provoking song. There were plenty of parallels and prompts to find in the lyric's words. I recommend listening to the full song. Its haunting melody add flesh to the lyrical bones. I wish I could have done it more justice. POV Watson.
From Hades Lord of the Dead: Listen to 'My Manic and I' by Laura Marling. Write a piece that responds to this in some way.
"He wants to die in a lake in Geneva
The mountains can cover the shape of his nose…
My nihilist, my happy man, my manic and I…"
~My Manic and I by Laura Marling
He Was My Manic
…and believe me to be, my dear fellow,
Very sincerely yours,
Sherlock Holmes.
Those were his last words. The torn pages from his notebook trembled in my fingers. I cradled his silver cigarette case. It felt cold against my palms. He was gone.
His alpine walking stick jutted out across the trail, forsaken. Bedraggled foliage fringed the raw chasm of Reichenbach Falls as I peered over the edge, in vain. Spray from below bellowed up and bejewelled my face with its roaring tears.
The gods he believed in, logic and reason, will not bring him back. My comrade lies buried under the broken waters of the Swiss waterfall. He was my manic. He was my friend.