“They speak of you in front of me, as if the tolling of a funeral bell had reached my ears;
It makes me shudder again and again. Why was I ever so close to you?
They do not know I know you, do not know how well I know you.
For a long, long time, I shall sigh,
And regret it bitterly, though I cannot put it into words.
Now I can only mourn in silence for the secret meetings we once shared.
How could your heart forget? How could your soul deceive?”, Byron, “When We Two Parted”
“‘Parting’ is not a word to be afraid of.”
He said,
“You only have to come back.”
◇ Victorian-era Moriarty × modern-era Moriarty
◇ For the setting, see my previous story, “To You in My Heart.” The two stories are not very closely connected, but some of the background is based on the previous one. If you have not read it, that is fine too. This silly author has not done any in-depth research into the Sherlock Holmes series. All characterizations reflect only this silly author's personal views, and anything related to the original characters' personalities comes from the great Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
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