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  "....Evening, darling."

    He took one more step towards you, fully showing himself in the light.  You chuckle under your breath. You don't know why you didn't expect this from him, when it was definetly something he'd pull. Should've known, you think, you should've seen this coming. You grin, raising your heavy head to look him in the eyes.

  "Don't you look snazzy in your Westwood," you compliment, "A lot nicer than that dirty school uniform of yours." He cracks a lopsided smile at your statement. So you did remember. He silently circles you as if you were prey, keeping his eyes trained on you. The room in completely silent aside from his footsteps on the concrete flooring. Slowly, he rests his hands on the back of the chair you were tied to. He leans down close to your ear, breath sending shivers down your spine as it fans your neck and the side of your face. His hands move from the chair to your shoulders. Taking his time, he slowly turns his face and rests his lips on your ear. The suspense of what he would say made your heart rate quicken, your breath speed up. However, the pressing thought kept pushing you to a different explanation. You were still in love with him. Whether you'd admit it or not.

  "Now, tell me (Y/N)... what were you doing with that Holmes boy and his house pet? Did they keep you entertained while you waited for me?" he questions, Cheshire grin clear in his voice. This made you laugh slightly once you notice the underlying jealousy in his tone. You turn to face him, face inches, no, centimeters apart. Maintaining eye contact, you decide to tease him.

  "Why? Are you jealous or something, bestie?" you prod. He chuckles, breaking eye contact to look at the ground. He straightens up and walks in front of you. He gets close enough for both your legs to touch when he bends down to your face once more, placing his hands on your shoulders again.

    "So what if I am?"

    You raise an eyebrow when you notice that his face was reddening and a vein popped out on his neck. You could see his anger as he clenched his jaw and his grip on your shoulders tighten. He was about to freak out and you couldn't tell if you were worried for you or him. You wanted to cup his face in your hands and comfort him, but you didn't for multiple reasons. It could just make it worse, he may not feel close enough to you anymore, and your arms are restrained to your sides. You gaze at him with sad eyes, "James..."

  The anger in his eyes only flared at this. "James? That's all you have to say?! Stop acting like you care, (Y/N)! I know you don't! You're just as fake as those kids at school! If you cared, you wouldn't have abandoned me!" he screamed at you. The anger riveted his body as he shook with rage. This insulted you as you felt your own anger build up. "Abandon?" you scoff, "How can you say I don't care when you're the one who walked away!? You left me!" He giggles crazily at this, a psychotic look in his eyes. You feel a pang in your heart when you notice this. He was damaged before you met him, but as time went on, it only got worse. Your eyes softened, feeling nothing but care and love for him.

  "James, calm down, please," you voice softly. He looks up and meets your eyes, about to retort. "You're hurting me," you whisper, referring to the bruising grip on your shoulders. Suddenly, horror and fear crosses through his eyes as he immediately dropping his grip. He kneels infront of you, holding your face in his hands. "Oh, darling, darling," he calls sadly. He caresses the side of your face, pushing your hair out of the way. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," repeats over and over hurriedly. You lean your head into his touch, closing your eyes. "It's okay, James. Just, please, calm down," you coo. He shakes his head in reply, moving his hands away from you. "It's not, (Y/N). I never wanted to hurt you, I never would have dreamed of it. I love you too much to do that," he whispers.

  Your eyes widen at this. If someone had told you years ago that James Moriarty was going to tell you he loves you, you would have laughed in their face. A joyful smile spreads along your face as you struggle against the ropes holding you down. "I love you too, James," you cut in, stopping his rambling. He looks up at you in surprise, grin cutting across his face as well. In a spur, his lips found yours and everything that had happened between you flashed before you up until this moment.

  You loved James Moriarty, and he loved you too. People may have told you to watch out, that he was a psychopath, but you knew better. He was there from the very beginning, and you hoped he'd be there until the end.

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  "....Evening, darling."

    He took one more step towards you, fully showing himself in the light.  You chuckle under your breath. You don't know why you didn't expect this from him, when it was definetly something he'd pull. Should've known, you think, you should've seen this coming. You grin, raising your heavy head to look him in the eyes.

  "Don't you look snazzy in your Westwood," you compliment, "A lot nicer than that dirty school uniform of yours." He cracks a lopsided smile at your statement. So you did remember. He silently circles you as if you were prey, keeping his eyes trained on you. The room in completely silent aside from his footsteps on the concrete flooring. Slowly, he rests his hands on the back of the chair you were tied to. He leans down close to your ear, breath sending shivers down your spine as it fans your neck and the side of your face. His hands move from the chair to your shoulders. Taking his time, he slowly turns his face and rests his lips on your ear. The suspense of what he would say made your heart rate quicken, your breath speed up. However, the pressing thought kept pushing you to a different explanation. You were still in love with him. Whether you'd admit it or not.

  "Now, tell me (Y/N)... what were you doing with that Holmes boy and his house pet? Did they keep you entertained while you waited for me?" he questions, Cheshire grin clear in his voice. This made you laugh slightly once you notice the underlying jealousy in his tone. You turn to face him, face inches, no, centimeters apart. Maintaining eye contact, you decide to tease him.

  "Why? Are you jealous or something, bestie?" you prod. He chuckles, breaking eye contact to look at the ground. He straightens up and walks in front of you. He gets close enough for both your legs to touch when he bends down to your face once more, placing his hands on your shoulders again.

    "So what if I am?"

    You raise an eyebrow when you notice that his face was reddening and a vein popped out on his neck. You could see his anger as he clenched his jaw and his grip on your shoulders tighten. He was about to freak out and you couldn't tell if you were worried for you or him. You wanted to cup his face in your hands and comfort him, but you didn't for multiple reasons. It could just make it worse, he may not feel close enough to you anymore, and your arms are restrained to your sides. You gaze at him with sad eyes, "James..."

  The anger in his eyes only flared at this. "James? That's all you have to say?! Stop acting like you care, (Y/N)! I know you don't! You're just as fake as those kids at school! If you cared, you wouldn't have abandoned me!" he screamed at you. The anger riveted his body as he shook with rage. This insulted you as you felt your own anger build up. "Abandon?" you scoff, "How can you say I don't care when you're the one who walked away!? You left me!" He giggles crazily at this, a psychotic look in his eyes. You feel a pang in your heart when you notice this. He was damaged before you met him, but as time went on, it only got worse. Your eyes softened, feeling nothing but care and love for him.

  "James, calm down, please," you voice softly. He looks up and meets your eyes, about to retort. "You're hurting me," you whisper, referring to the bruising grip on your shoulders. Suddenly, horror and fear crosses through his eyes as he immediately dropping his grip. He kneels infront of you, holding your face in his hands. "Oh, darling, darling," he calls sadly. He caresses the side of your face, pushing your hair out of the way. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," repeats over and over hurriedly. You lean your head into his touch, closing your eyes. "It's okay, James. Just, please, calm down," you coo. He shakes his head in reply, moving his hands away from you. "It's not, (Y/N). I never wanted to hurt you, I never would have dreamed of it. I love you too much to do that," he whispers.

  Your eyes widen at this. If someone had told you years ago that James Moriarty was going to tell you he loves you, you would have laughed in their face. A joyful smile spreads along your face as you struggle against the ropes holding you down. "I love you too, James," you cut in, stopping his rambling. He looks up at you in surprise, grin cutting across his face as well. In a spur, his lips found yours and everything that had happened between you flashed before you up until this moment.

  You loved James Moriarty, and he loved you too. People may have told you to watch out, that he was a psychopath, but you knew better. He was there from the very beginning, and you hoped he'd be there until the end.