I'm thinking of writing two alternate endings! Let me know what you think xxx
***********MOLLY'S POV************
Why was Sherlock trying so hard? Since when did he care about me? I decided to voice my confusion.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked, exasperated.
"What?" he was taken aback.
"You know what I mean. No man could be so cruel and not feel bad about it all."
"...Cruel?" his tone dropped and another tear escaped his eye. I'd never seen Sherlock cry before. It was quite humanizing.
"I can't tell you the countless times you've humiliated me and made me feel... just horrible about myself. And all I ever did was love you."
He was dangerously pale. Would he pass out?
"I'm... I'm sorry Molly. You know how I am."
"That's no excuse! No one is born like that. No one is born with the intention of hurting people. You don't have a conscience, Sherlock. You're the last person I want to save me," and it was true. But if he wasn't the one to save me, no one would. I wasn't ready to face the fact that Sherlock and John were really the only close people I had.
"Yes, she's about to jump," I heard a hushed voice from behind me, struggling to whisper into a receiver. Stunned and hurt, with a sharp twist, I glared at John with a dropped jaw. "John?! Are you calling the police to come get me?!"
"W-what? No, this is... uh, this is Mycroft. Mycroft says hi," John stuttered, turning on his heel and murmuring with urgency into the cruddy cell phone.
It was now or never. If I didn't jump now, the police would show up and lure me down. My eyes followed the people stirring below me and I loosened my grip. It was time.
Short chapter... I know... but more is coming super super soon!