"Goodbye, John." "No," he cries. "Don't." I nod, then throw the phone on the roof behind me. John takes the phone away from his ear and screams, "Sherlock!" I spread my arms out and fall forward off the building, hoping that something will catch me-trusting that this will all go according to plan. I The last think I see is John's face filling with fear as he says my name again, and then it's over. For now. For him. It's the end of Sherlock Holmes, the world's famous (and only) consulting detective genius. [TRIGGER WARNING: Contains self harm, suicidal thoughts and acts, descriptive scenes of gore, cuts, and scars. Please do not read if you will be triggered by these scenes] [all credit goes to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and BBC, I do not own these characters, I'm just borrowing them]
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