And then I thought, screw my total lack of inspiration. Fuck it, it's Elelith's birthday tomorrow.

So basically, these horrible, cruel, unfair 83 words or so, are totally Elelith's fault.

Harry looked down at the ground again, before flicking his eyes back to Sherlock's. He saw the pleading there, the hurt, the tears.

Harry looked between Sherlock and the pavement. He looked between his two options. The only ones he felt he had left. Step off one way, everything finally gets finished. Step off the other way, finally back into his arms.

Harry looked between those two options of his. He took a deep breath, made his choice, and stepped of the ledge.

In all seriousness,

There's a bigger chapter... soon.

Give me a few hours