The Ending

I am the Moriarty of this story, a story without a Sherlock. It is my story, of love, life, disappointments and more of the morbid. But it is left without an ending.

It is the ending that makes the story. Without that, it does not make sense. Every word, every emotion that is expressed; it leads to that one epic climax. Nothing's perfect in the world, and perfect endings exist only in folklore. But nevertheless, the story must end.
And so, i cannot leave this as it is.

There is no connection between Moriarty and me. I am no consulting criminal, I am no megamind. But determination, that's our forte. He would go to any length for the ending that he wants, and so will I. It's outlandish, what with his plans on a national scale, and an intellect that few can match.
But there is the point of Sherlock. Moriarty has his Sherlock, unlike me, who has no one. None to resonate with, none who can understand my mindset, no equal. I am the outcast, the misfit. Of what use is Moriarty without his Sherlock?

So, I choose my ending. I stand at the precipice of the end. An inch from death. It is not the fall that kills you. It is the landing. One step ahead, and I fall into the unknown waters that shall claim my life. I land into death. How would that feeling be? It is exhilarating to think of it, to fall down into the deep end, to a fate that I cannot envisage. There is a thrill to the idea of death, an element of suspense that is exciting. The thought of death creeping closer is chilling. If you feel I'm a psychopath, maybe you're right. But I can't help it.

At the end of it all, this is a simple note, a signalling of my end. Apologies, for I could never resist a touch of the dramatic. Moriarty, because I liked his views. In living, I achieved nothing ever. Maybe in death, there's something to look forward to. I have been searching for the proverbial crown on my head. But I'm just the extra joker in a pack of cards. I choose my end. I choose the more interesting way out, rather than being ploughed along the well trodden lines. Staying Alive. It's boring. It's just...staying.

This, is my crown. The ending of my story. When I end this monologue, my story would finally have that ending which was amiss. In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is the King.I have unlocked this room, the room that leads me to the end. And honey, you should see me in a crown.

Take cover. The east wind is coming