Nine snipers I ordered to be aimed at him. I said he was a good actor but he wasn't the only one with skills in the performing arts.
At the pool, sometimes we'd call it our first date, if I could have, I would have embraced him, tell him that I missed him and then I would have listened to his whispered sobs of, "I need you Jim," but I couldn't. I had to keep my poise, especially since his pet was there, John I think his name is.
We wouldn't have been able to have our proper reunion in front of him, how might have that appeared to the public if he put it in his blog? 'Consulting Lovers: Psychopath and Sociopath', it just wouldn't work - everything is better in secret.
So I had to use eye contact and subtle hints but I sure loved the conversation. I dropped the first hint, "Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?", John didn't suspect anything. After a few seconds that felt like a lifetime, he returned the hint, so many feelings and reassurance that he did indeed miss me, all compacted into one word, "Both".
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The Countdown
FanfictionJim Moriarty counting down the last ten seconds of his life, reminiscing of his memories with his lover who turned into the death of him.
