[Just a solo, inspired by Miracles in December - EXO-K. Warnings: talk of Major Character Death, suicide attempt, Reichenbach feels, etc. Read at own risk.]
It had been a cold winter this year, harsh and heavy. The snow would come, stay around for awhile, and then it would melt, it'd be warm and sunny for a few days and then the snow would come right back, blanketing the streets of London in a pure white. Children would be out in the streets laughing and playing, having snowball fights, making snowmen. It was a beautiful time of year.
For most.
But for one sniper, alone in a small little flat in the far part of London, the winter was not beautiful. It was depressing, and cold, and suffocating. He couldn't escape it. It was the first one since--He couldn't think of it. It would just cause an avalanche and he couldn't afford one of those right now. He'd run out of alcohol and didn't want to walk out in that snow, didn't want to see the happy looks on people's faces.
While most of London rejoiced the passing of the Consulting Criminal, James Moriarty, there was one man, the lone sniper, who was lost without him. He had no-one in this world. The only person he had who was important, who cared in his own way...was gone, and was not coming back.
Sebastian was slumped on the sofa, his eyes closed, an empty scotch bottle in his hand. It wasn't the only one, there were plenty of bottles scattered around the flat. The ash tray on the coffee table was overflowing. He'd put himself in a stupor again. He would do anything these days to get away from the pain of his loss.
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