#clerlock

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"Sherlock, you're so... Tall." She whispered looking up at his curly locks of hair. He reached out and put his cold, psychopathic hand on her cheek, and smiled, a hard, unforgiving smile. "Clara... I love you." He whispered. Clara looked up at his face, tears brimming in her eyes. "Sherlock, you know I'll always love you. But I can't be with you right now." Sherlock looked confused. "But why not?" He asked, his voice getting higher with each word. She stood on the tips of her toes, and kissed his cold cheek. Then she dived off the side of the cliff face, plummeting to her death. Sherlock collapsed onto the ground, tears streaming down his face. "Clara!" He yelled into the howling winds of the blizzard. "Why would you leave me like this! I loved you!" He rocked back and forth on his heels, and eventually, hours later, his tears slowed, and they froze on his face like icicles piercing his heart. He looked out into the dark night, and sighed. It was hopeless. There was nothing left for him here. The love of his life was dead, and he was dead inside. He crawled over to the edge of the cliff, dangling his legs over the end. A tear ran down his cheek, and a cold chill ran down his back at the thought of what he was about to do. He placed his hands on the ground, and pushed himself over the cliff. Finally at peace with his decision, he closed his eyes, and as he plummeted through the air, he greeted death like an old friend. A shlara/clerlock fan fiction by me, and prompted by @jenceyay and @impossiibleclara