Merlin can't see; because Arthur has just walked into the room.
He could see perfectly before, but when Arthur entered, everything blurred; everything misted over except for the perfect form of Arthur, walking towards him.
Merlin can't see what the others are doing but it doesn't matter because he can see Arthur.
Merlin can't tell where he is anymore but it's alright because Arthur has taken him by the hand and is leading him away.
Merlin can't see where his feet are taking him but it doesn't matter because his feet are following Arthur's.
Merlin can feel warm sunlight on his face but can't see the golden, yellow beams but that's alright because Arthur's hair glistens with every glorious colour of the sun anyway.
Merlin can't hear anything around him and he knows that must be wrong because the world doesn't turn silent all of a sudden; except inside his own head when he sees Arthur.
Merlin can feel long grass snaking up his legs and scratching the hand still hanging by his side, but he doesn't care because it's obviously what Arthur wants him to feel.
Merlin feels the ground come up hard against his back and that is the only thing that tells him that Arthur has pushed him to the ground; but Merlin doesn't mind because if Arthur pushed him down, then he'll have to help him up again.
Merlin can't see Arthur at all now and everything is a blur of bright colours; acid greens, sunshine yellows, periwinkle blues and blood reds; but it's alright because as soon as Arthur left his sight, Merlin felt his warm, live body next to his.
Merlin can feel warm air on his face, it tickles; but he doesn't mind because that means Arthur is getting closer to him.
Merlin can't hear Arthur as he whispers the words; 'I love you,' but he doesn't need to because, since the first time he said them, that's all Merlin has heard.
Merlin can't see, but he can feel Arthur kissing his eyelids, the tip of his nose, his cheeks; and he can taste the kiss on his lips.
Merlin can't see, because once he has seen Arthur, everything else is a blur. The rest of it, all the pointless, meaningless, trivial things in the world blur together into smudgy colours and white noise, and Merlin knows that he will never see anything properly again, except Arthur, because Arthur is the only thing in his world that is not pointless, meaningless or trivial; Arthur is everything to him now.
And so we will leave them together in this perfect moment; on this perfect afternoon. We will take our image of their scene and we will exit it; leaving the two young lovers with warm sunlight warming their bare skin as their shirts are ripped off and tossed aside. As we drift away back to our lives, we will leave Merlin and his Prince Arthur buried together, in the long grass.