The second last chapter my friends, so this time something slightly different. Until the last paragraph the point of view is split pretty much line by line between John (normal font) and Sherlock ( in italics).
I hope you enjoy it!

Love, BellaD

Mind numbing ice washed over my face, seared pins into every inch of my skin.

My face was burning, waves of heat rolling off my skin.

My chest was heaving uselessly, trying to breathe in the water submerging me.

My head spun from the copious amounts of oxygen forcefully flooding my lungs.

I prayed for air like I had not prayed in decades, air... please... just one breath.

Water, I would need water soon or I was going to pass out, just one sip, one drop.

Someone was sucking the air out of my lungs until they were about to implode.

It was like a balloon was being blown up inside my chest, making my lungs explode

Black dots tunnelled my vision.

White flares burst in my eyes.

Was this how I was going to die? With darkness winning over light.

Really? A bright light? The one I had so vehemently denied my entire life, now here to haunt me so close to my end.

A shadow loomed over me, like death waiting to collect my soul.

Through the flash bangs of light piercing my retina I saw an end to this frantic race. my prey was headed towards a modern loft.

I heard a sudden bang, for a second hope filled my blackening thoughts.

The side of my hand hit the target's neck with an accuracy guided by death's blessing. My prey crumbled, his head banging loudly against the loft's doors.

My soon to be murderer tightened his grip around my neck, reminding me that he was not going to be flustered into leaving before his task was complete. Until I was dead.

Mycroft's cars were pulling up right behind me but they would be too late.

Death was closing in yet all I could bring myself to regret in this life was not spending more time with the people... person I loved; not trusting him when I had him. All I could regret was loosing him.

I burst through the doors, my shoulder screaming with agony in harmony with my lungs. Mere paces behind me was Mycroft, but I wouldn't wait for him.
Moriarty was standing over a broken body.
My gun was out, trained at the back of his head. I pulled the trigger a split second before a slight tug tripped me up. I barrelled forwards, over Moriarty's body, not realizing the significance of that slight tug until, as I crashed down next to John's body shoving him out of the water, an explosion ripped apart the world.
I was flung into unconsciousness, gripping Johns limp, cold body in a deathly vice.

Sorry if this cliffhanger and rather confusing chapter, hope it makes sense...
Thank you all for reading and reviewing, especially Sharmini :)

See you next chapter!