#victormoriarty

It was just a little trip. A small business transaction. She knew that she'd miss Viv's birthday, but Jim'd make it up to her. She was going to buy her a separate boutique on the Champs-Elysées to make up for it. Viv could start up a new chain in Paris of all places. She would've loved it there. 

God, it just wasn't fair! Why did Vivienne have to be so selfish? Why couldn't she just wait a bit longer for Jim to come home? They were finally getting back to where they were as children. They were family again and she had to go and fucking ruin it. She had to leave Jim alone in the universe once again.

It keeps playing over and over like a tape stuck on repeat in her head. Finding out the news and rushing home. Calling in a favour and having Molly do the autopsy, knowing it was already too late. Listening as Molly examined 'the body' and documented cause of death.

This wasn't how she was supposed to go, how it was supposed to go. Jim was the one who was supposed to take her own life. Vivienne should be the one grieving. It was all backwards.

On and on, Vivienne's cold body on a slab. Cut open with a steady knife. Draining the water out of her lungs...

Still, something wasn't right. Jim could feel something off, piercing through the general wrongness of Vivienne being gone. She checked her memory again. Cause of death was drowning, this was certain. No poison. The flat showed no signs of a break-in. No signs of struggle throughout the flat. Minimal signs in the bathroom where water splashed out and the curtain was askew; this could easily be from natural instinct for breathing kicking in and Vivienne fighting it off. 

It still didn't add up. Viv was doing fine. So why'd she do it? Wait. Her wrists! Molly had noted something odd as if the bones had suffered trauma, but there had been no hand prints or noticeable signs of entry or struggle that they'd both written it off as an old injury. Jim couldn't help the nagging feeling that this wasn't the case. 

Send ✉ for an drunk text

[SMS:] wh Y AE r yoy lawys so rude 

[SMS:] UOy msut b ea shhitty huamn ebign

Send ✘ for an unsent text

[Draft:] Twat

[Draft:] It makes me unhappy when you smi

[Draft:] Go away

Send ☠ for a threatening message

[SMS:] Listen here, Moroniarty, I may not be as strong or as willing to kill someone as you, but I'm actually really not sure where I was going with this because I'm reasonably sure I couldn't actually cause you any physical harm... I still don't like you. 

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

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