Author's note: Well, I thought Sherlock needed to have a say as well. Thank you for the favs and reviews, I hope you like this too.
I saw you first. Of course I did, I stood at Bart's rooftop. You were climbing out of the cab when your phone rang. You picked up. When I phoned you, you always picked up. Always.
I am so sorry, John. You know I have to do this. Well, you don't know now, but one day you will. I will tell you everything. One day, I promise. Just hang on, John. For me.
I am watching you. I had to do this, so I could protect you. I can't let him harm you. In that point Moriarty was right. I do have a heart. I just didn't know.
I told you I had researched you, finding out as much of you as I could to impress you. You assumed it was a lie. Of course it was. Partly at least. I did want to impress you. When you lent me your phone back then at Bart's, I knew we were going to be special. And we were special, weren't we? You áre my only friend, not just a colleague. The idea.
The detective and his blogger. What a couple we were. Running around, all across London. We did do a lot of running, didn't we? And you followed me everywhere. Anytime. I fear I have never showed you properly. But then, you knew. Know. Please, remember, John. For me.
I have to leave in just a moment. Leave London, with you in it. But I can't say goodbye, not now. Please, John. Look my way. Smile, the way you always smiled when I did something considered unsocial. Jumping from the rooftop. Not good? Not really, no. But what choice did I have?
Honestly, you're not making it very easy for me. I did see you standing at the grave, John. I heard everything. Is that what they call sentiment? It's found on the losing side. How true. You lost me, I lost you. But trust me, John. For 100%, as you said you did. I am no fraud, John. I am just a lousy friend. But even lousy friends are friends. Please trust me John, hang on. Keep on holding tight. I will be coming back for you. All I ask of you is to be there. Waiting. I know you will. I hope you will.
Oh, John. You look so miserable. Your limp is coming back, isn't it? I told you it was psychosomatic. Have you lost faith in me? Am I not the famous sleuth in the deer-stalker? Always a plan, always a step ahead of everyone. Keep faith in me, John. That's all I ask. Don't give up now. Don't let Moriarty win.
I'll be here, watching you.
My watching angel, you were not making it any easier for me. I had to play the game. Did you know there was a sniper? Aimed at you, my watching angel. You and me; on the side of the angels. Moriarty said he would burn the heart out of me. And in a way he did, he lighted the matches. I burnt my own heart. No, you were not making it easy for me. But perhaps, that's not what I deserve.
I have to go now, John. But I will be back. That is a promise. One more miracle, just for you. I will do that for you. I'll stop this stupid game. One day John. One day. I promise. Just believe me. Would you do that for me?