Miracles in December (WIP)

[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.

Escape Route

The last straw was probably when he went into the closed off bedroom and saw the closet of Westwood suits. He couldn't handle the sight and had cried for several hours afterwards. Tiring himself out with crying, he had fallen into a light sleep where he had a dream about the man that used to wear those Westwood suits.
Kicking himself awake from the beautiful dream, he knew it was time to start moving on. It had been 3 years now, after all. He wasn't going to be coming back anytime soon, if he hadn't already, so the sniper needed to get over what had happened, get over his loss.
So, that very day, he packed up all that he could and left the flat, locking it--and the memories that resided inside--up before departing.
He didn't know where he would go, but Sebastian was a smart man. He knew he needed to go somewhere that would keep him distracted and hold his attention for a good amount of time.
Finally, after some internal debate, he decided on going back to China. He was going to reclaim his nickname of the 'tiger sniper'.

((Continue later))