25: Epilogue

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Endings are the worst part of everything. Books, movies, games, cases, even the most ordinary objects. Life's endings are the most horrible out of all of those, though. Moriarty and I made a deal, but we had to make a sacrifice. Ally and I talked about it, and decided to just give him what he wants. The children are safe. It was either us or the children. Molly has Louis, and Annaliese favored Lestrade, so she's with him. (John and Mary were already busy with their baby, anyway). Ally and I personally wrote letters to both of our kids, so that when they are old enough to understand, they'll know what happened to us. We told only the people that we're close to where we were going. We told the ones we loved goodbye for the last time.

Ally and I stood on that roof, the same one that I jumped from, and looked at each other. When we were discussing our inevitable ends, she reminded me of the promise I made on the day of our marriage. I remembered that promise. We kept that promise.

We jumped together, gripping hands as we fell. No safety mattress, no bungee cords, no faking death. It was just her and I, and the hard concrete at the bottom. Well, I think she may've died in the air. I hate doing that to her; I remembered her fear of heights. It took all of my strength not to reach out and wrap her in my arms. But her head hit the pavement the same time that mine did.

We miss our friends, and family, but our children we miss most of all. We know that we'll be immortal in the lives that we touched.



(A/N): And that's the ending, peeps! Vote and comment if you liked it, and give me some feedback! I don't even care if you're rude about it, I can handle it. I deal with Sherlock every day, so how could I not? Anyway, if you want me to do a sequel, please comment that, and I'll see what I can do.

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