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"Good bye YN." Sherlock drops his phone, he spreads out his arms, as if to except death.
"SHERLOCK! SHERLOCK!" I scream at the top of my lungs.
"DON'T YOU DARE JUMP! YOU HEAR ME?!... DON'T YOU DARE DO IT!" I yell tears beginning to stream down my face.
I watch horror stricken as the love of my life leans forward, sealing his fate.
"SHERLOCK!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I begin to bolt towards the base of the building. I make it half way across the street when a biker slams into me, I fall to the ground, my head is banged against the wet road.
All of my senses are knocked out of place, my vision goes out of focus, all the noise from the streets is replaced by a ringing in my ears.
I slowly stand up, I struggle to make it over to where my partner lies, teetering like a young child taking it's first steps. A crowd is now surrounding the detective, I push my way through to reach him.
"Let me through... please, he's my friend."
People step aside, as I reach the front I fall to my knees. I stare in complete and utter terror as I see what has become of Sherlock Holmes.
"No, no, Sherlock... th-this... can't...it can't be... no, no, Sher-" my voice quivers and tears stop my words from flowing from my mouth.
The ringing in my ears gets louder and my vision worsens, Sherlock becomes nothing but a black and crimson blur lying on the pavement.
Then just like the snap of fingers, everything goes black.
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I wake slowly open my eyes to the sounds of beeping, beeping where am I? I sit to find my self in a bed that is placed in a hospital room, the beeping is my heart monitor.
The sunlight pouring into my room nearly blinding me, I look at a figure sitting in a chair in front of my bed. I blink a few times, getting used to the light. The person is slumped down in the chair, asleep.
Who is that? I think, why do they look so familiar?
How did I end up here anyways? Who is that person sitting across from me?
I rack my brain for answers, for names and faces that belong to this familiar person..."John?" I say hoping the name is correct.
John pops up, obviously startled by my speaking, "YN" he says relief laced through his voice, "your awake,"
"How long was I asleep for?" I ask "oh just a little less than a day" John says a smile growing on his face, "there were a few times when I thought I lost you too"
"What?"
"Do you not... you don't" John says to himself
"Sher-" John's voice falters, "Sher- ...my best friend... he, he's... dead" John says, silent tears starting to run down his face.
That last word pulls me back into reality, all the events, and the things that occurred that day all rush back into my memory. "He's what?" My voice squeaks
"Dead"
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BBC Sherlock Imagines
Fanfictionthis is just going to be a compalation of Sherlock imagines (They are not just for Sherlock himself bu their will be other character imagines I do not own any of these characters
