Our Past Does Not Define Us (Moriarty/Sherlock Fanfic)

Chapter 1: A Prologue... Sort Of

I take another sip of this delicious Irish coffee. Nice and hot. The coffee in Ireland is almost as good as Starbucks. I look outside the window. And I have a flashback.

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I was younger, about the age of 15. Sitting at a bench at school. By myself. Milk spilled all down my front. I was on the brink of crying. It was my 3rd day at my new school in Ireland. Mother and Father had just moved here with me from Australia. I was taken away from all my old friends. We were the cool bad chicks at the school. And then there I was in Ireland and the tables had turned. All I thought I needed was a badass friend like me. It didn't matter the gender of the friend, I just needed one, I was looking into my hands which were placed on my lap, with these thoughts racing though my head until someone cleared their throat. It sounded like it was right across the bench table that I was sitting at. I looked up to see a handsome kid about my age in front of me looking at me.

"Hi," he said in a cute Irish accent. "H-hey," I stammered, dammit woman, I thought to myself, pull yourself together. I then realised this was that kid that stopped the other ones from dumping the rest of my lunch on me. "Thanks, about before." I managed not to stutter. Well, that's a good thing anyways. "No worries. What's your name?" He asks. He sits on the chair across from me. "I'm Elise. Elise Winter," I replied. Could this be the start of a friendship? I ponder. "Well Elise Winter. I'm James Moriarty," then he held out his hand for me to shake. So I did. And we both smiled at the start of that new friendship. Too bad it ended only a while after the beginning of it.

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I shake my head and snap out of that flashback thing and realise that there is a tear running down my cheek. I quickly wipe it away as I stand up and drag my suitcase out the door and towards the near-by airport. Still remembering how James had to go to the next place that I am traveling towards now. He left me and left me crying. I plug in my life support, my headphones, and play my favourite music and I wipe one more last tear away. I haven't seen him since he left school. Since he left me. My knight in shining armour. Left me to the dragon's wrath. It never became anything more than a friendship. There wasn't enough time. Sadly, I can only dream now.

Sorry for the short chapter guys, but it is only a prologue... sort of.

This is my second fanfic and I hope you're enjoying it so far.

Farewell,

FallenPhantomWolf.