John braces himself for the bullet. His mind is racing with thoughts of what is going to happen to Sherlock. Memories flash in his head like an old film.
When Moriarty pulls the trigger, everything seems to pass in slow motion. The bullet. The glass door that John has his back to is yanked open. John falls. A figure in a trench coat barges in. The bullet finds its way into Sherlocks heart. Sherlock. Sherlock. "Sherlock!" John gets to his feet and runs to Sherlock's
Jim Moriarty has a joyful look of surprise on his face, "Oopsie! That was a coincidence! I'll kill the sidekick another day then. When we meet again John..." He snaps his fingers and the red dot on Lestrade disappears.
John weeps. This time, Sherlock is surely gone. Forever. And John is alone again. John looks into the startled, still open eyes of Sherlock, and finds that there is no familiar spark of light deep in his grey-blue eyes anymore.
A/N:
I hate myself so much for writing such short chapters. I'm really sorry, this is my first ever fanfiction... I assure you, I will post up Soft Black Curls in 1-2 weeks! Please look out for it and review to give me some ideas for my next fanfic...