The Light Behind Your Eyes (Sherlock songfic)

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"All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage" -Mycroft Holmes

So long to all my friends

Every one of them met tragic ends

All three gone, Greg Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, and worst of all, John Watson. Sherlock’s three friends, his only friends, all dead. And he never got to tell them. He never got to express his grattitude towards them.

With every passing day

I’d be lying if I didn’t say

That I miss them all tonight

He missed them. Tears slipped down his cheeks,but he paid no heed to them. All he could think of were Them. Memories of Them, haunting him every waking moment. Him, Sherlock Holmes, the man with an ice cold heart, the brilliant consulting detective, now reduced to an old husk of his former self.

And if they only knew what I would say

If I could be with you tonight

I would sing you to sleep

Never let them take the light behind your eyes

If he could do it all again, he would have jumped earlier, saved them, saved their light. It didn’t matter if he was uncertain if his plan would work, he would risk it. All for them.The least he should have done was to show them how much they meant to him while they were still with him. For God’s sake, he was with them everyday!  All the opportunities, and yet, he remained closed. And now, he was paying the price.

One day, I’ll lose that light

As we fade in the dark

Just remember, you will always shine as bright

Three targets and three bullets left three dead and one wishing for death. He was alive, yet dead. His heart beating, but his soul dying.

And that he saw one of his only friend die, while he stood there unable to do anything. It was horrible, seeing John’s figure crumple, right infront of him, as he leaned front. By now, he assumed Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade were in the same state as John was. Moriarty had fullfilled his promise, to burn the heart out of Sherlock.

But still, he pushed through with his plan, he still jumped, Moriary’s network needed to be disabled, before they could do any more damage. Now he finally understood the pain others felt when they saw the light that died in the ones held dear to their hearts.

Be strong and hold my hand

We’ll say goodbye today

And were sorry how it ends this way

If you promise not to cry

Then I’ll tell you just wht I would say

The note, his last words to John. He knew that this would be his last words to John, at least untill he disabled Moriarty’s criminal network, but he never knew that almost immedeatly after those words, John would be gone permanently. His note, his last words to John, saying that he was a fake, but he knew John, being the loyal friend he was, didn’t believe him, whereas most would dismiss it as the truth. His hand reached out involontarily, trying to reach out to John. He was truly sorry that he had to do this, but it was for John’s safety. It was for the best. But, then, the bullet went straight at John and the ex-army doctor became no more than a crumpled body on the pavement. The doctor had died as one of the very few believing in the detective who stood at the edge of the rooftop.