.
"I'm not ready to let go 'cause then I'll never know
what I could be missing.
But I'm missing way too much, so when do I give up
what I've been wishing for?"
Sherlock is well aware of how much things are going to change. He is going to lose his life, his best friend, everything he knows now... but he can't do a thing about it. He wonders what he's going to miss, what's going to happen when he's gone.
Obviously, John will be devastated. Mrs Hudson will be sad. Greg will be in disbelief. Donovan and Anderson will be pleased, Sherlock supposes. And Molly... Molly is the only one who will know. And it's going to affect her, too, but Sherlock can't do a thing about it.
It's useless. Wishing can't change anything, won't change anything.
Life just goes on without you.
Sherlock knows that, of course he does. He's a consulting detective who deals in death. But it's a little different when he's about to be the one to 'commit suicide'.
But, he can't think about it. He can think about the future, the infinite possibilities. The travelling, the fighting, the assassins, the cases, the murders, and...
A tiny thrill of exhilaration shoots through Sherlock's veins before it's turned to ice by the tone of John's voice through the phone.
Just two little words, with enough sentiment to make him sick.
"Goodbye, John."
"I shot for the sky; I'm stuck on the ground.
So, why do I try? I know I'm gonna fall down."
Song: Down by Jason Walker.
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Sorry. Short chapter. There's only so much I could write about while Sherlock was on the rooftop, but we're clearly to that point now. =p Do not own Sherlock. Thank you!
Two weeks until the premiere! (Albeit I think I'm the only one who is waiting until the PBS premiere.)