COME.AND.PLAY ~Chapter Two~ (James Moriarty FanFiction)*Completed*

Chapter Eleven - Goodbye

~Charlotte~

It was 4:08pm. In an hour I'd have to leave. for the airport. I was packing my bags then. James was out on a job and I was packing my bags to leave him to go to the other side of the world.

I had just finished packing when James burst into the room. "I had the best thing happen today you'll never guess-" He stopped suddenly, dropping his suitcase on the floor and frowning. "What's that?" He asked, puzzled. He looked around, perhaps for another suitcase for himself. "What is that?!" He said almost shouting.

"I'm going away." Was the only words that I could say at this moment.

"Where? Why? How? Charlotte!" He walked over to me and stood a few feet in front of me.

"I need to leave you." I said trying to hold back my emotions.

"No you don't. What are you saying?!" He said, quickly grabbing my arms.

I pushed him off me. I didn't want to make this any harder than it had to be. "I don't want you."

"What are you talking about? You can't do this." He protested. I had to think of something and quick.

"No James I've had enough." I walked to the dresser and took my phone and other belongings of mine which were in the drawer.

"Had enough?" He said following me.

"Yes. Your a criminal mastermind. You spend most of your days out and you leave me on my own." Such a bad excuse. Come on think Charlotte, think!

"Bullshit. That's utterly pathetic. I come home earlier then the average citizen in London for goodness sake!," He exclaimed.

"Oh, and Riley has come to see me today." I lied.

"So?"

"So I'm going with him. I just don't want to live a life with a criminal. Riley and I can have a normal carefree relationship." This was crushing me inside. He looked broken and was in the verge of tears. I had only ever seem him like this at Magnussen's but now he looked worse.

"Your choosing that man over me? He hasn't seen you for years! He obviously didn't care!" James shouted suddenly.

"No, I've m-made my decision. I have to go." I says reaching for my suitcase. James hurriedly snatched the case away from me and opened it and began taking things out.

"You. Are. Not. Going. Anywhere." He said through gritted teeth trying not to let his emotions explode.

"James stop it would you?!" I pushed him aside and put everything back in and zipped the case up.

I looked over at James who was slumped against the wall. He was mumbling something and I didn't understand what he was saying. "What?" I asked looking at him.

He rose his head up to look at me. His face was wet and he was crying. Tears were endlessly falling from his eyes. "I thought you loved me." He told me.

"I-" The words hitched in my throat and I quickly ran into the bathroom. I locked the door and tried so hard to bottle everything up. It just wasn't fair. I hated doing this to him. I washed my face over the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. I hated myself. I lost all control and began to cry. I grabbed some tissue as I was breathing unsteadily and wiped my eyes. My mascara had made my eyelids turn black and I quickly cleaned myself up.

I took a deep but unsteady breath as I opened the bathroom door. James had gone. I looked for my suitcase but it was gone. I walked downstairs and saw that the front door was open. I ran issue and saw James in the distance next you the cab. I approached him and saw he was putting my bag into the cab. He turned and saw me.

His dark eyes lingered on me for a moment and he said, "Don't you dare tell me you don't love me. Because I know that's not true. You have thirty second to get in that car and leave or take that suitcase out and come back. You make your decision. I love you more than anything in the world. You cannot leave me because a stupid lovesick school boy has found you again. Please don't go." His last three words were pleading with me.

I didn't answer him. I looked down at my watch, I was going to be late.

"Please Charlotte! I can change. Please." He said holding himself.

"I'm sorry. I have to go." I forced the words out as I got into the cab. Once I shut the door I told the driver the address and he drove. I turned to see James standing there watching me go. I quickly faced forward not wanting to see him standing there. I felt like a complete and utter idiot.

That was the last time I would see him in a long time. That's how I would remember us. We were fighting and arguing. I would remember I left him feeling heartbroken and alone.

That's not how I wanted to leave him.

If I could I would turn back but I know I can't or we'd have bigger problems...