Adieu monde cruel. Adieu.

Karachi

Death; something that is always inevitable but not nearly as acknowledged. Everyone looks past the final adventure of life and never truly embraces what it has to offer. They always ask themselves if they could have done better, lived better, but even they know that when the time comes it's completely futile. Everyone makes that mistake, because everyone is foolish to overlook that the time is and will always come. Everyone... Including the best of us.

Irene had made that mistake. She didn't think that this day would come so soon, so incredibly fast that it hit her like a boat on rocky waves. Could she have done something different in her life? Twisted a certain turn of events so that she wasn't in this situation? There they were again. The trivial musings of the walking dead. Of course she could have done something different, and the woman knew exactly what...

She should have never gotten involved with Sherlock Holmes.

This thought brought forward so many conflicting emotions; anger, pain, betrayal... Love.

No, she needn't remind herself that it was that foolish vulnerability that got her into this situation in the first place. Love was something that made her weak, and in the end was going to take her life.

The woman was no stranger to near death experiences, but this... this was the closest she's stared into the eyes of death himself. His breath against her neck, tickling the hairs that stood on edge. Death, so close and comforting in a way. The difference between this time and all of the others is that there was no escape; there never is when it's truly your time.

The men holding her captive gave her one last life line, one final message to send out into the universe before her light was drained from her body. Irene didn't know why she thought of Sherlock in these final moments. The final hand reaching out from the water that was suffocating her, holding her. She didn't expect anything to come back from it. Irene just wanted to say goodbye... One final message. One, final sentiment of very few.

Goodbye, Mr. Holmes.

Irene could feel her heart ache and swell as she read the words that clawed and scratched at her soul. He would never respond; well, not while she was alive. The tears piled behind her eyes, but only one dropped free. Once she was finished typing her final goodbye not just to Mr. Sherlock Holmes, but to the world, she handed her mobile to the man in front of her. Everything she did, every regret, sorrow, and intimate moment flashed before her eyes as she stared at the darkness in front of her...

Irene accepted her fate... She invited it. She will finally know peace as the blackness of the abyss swallows her fully and completely.

Irene Adler; The Woman; will be no more...

Her tear swollen eyes gently closed shut as she prepared herself for the inevitable. The one thing she overlooked. The one thing that brings reality fourth to everyone.

Death; such a pleasantry after a life of pain and sorrow. A life spent on the wrong path...

She was ready. She was accepting. She was free. She had lived.

But not anymore.

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