A/n This is a fan fiction is Merlin/OC. This is my first actual fan fiction so bear with me.

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You can have me but cannot hold me;

Gain me and quickly lose me.

If treated with care I can be great,

And if betrayed I will break. What am I?

Trust

"Do you trust me, Lissa?", Merlin asked a brunette sitting beside him on his bed. It was more of a bunch of piled cloth in an area separated by cloth from the living room. He was fidgeting with the neckerchief she bought him for his birthday. Clarissa laughed incredulously.

"Well what sort of question is that? Perhaps a better question is why you have all your clothes on the floor when you have a perfectly functioning closet", Clarissa joked not having very serious bones occupying her body.

"I'm serious Clarissa. This... I need to know. Just... Please", he half begged. He was about to tell her something he never willingly told to anyone before. His gaze was unwavering even as his confidence took a spill. She finally realized how serious he was as he only used her full name when he meant business.

"Don't be such a cabbage head. Of course I trust you Merlin. I wouldn't be here if I didn't", she stated in a silky voice. He gazed into her eyes intently to try and see any doubt beyond the usually open windows. To his intense relief she had that look she always gave him that said he was being an idiot.

"I... Well, the thing is... I have magic", he uttered dipping his head.

The silence stretched on till she finally whispered," ok", thoughtfully," thanks for trusting me". Her attention seemed to fade into oblivion towards the end. She adopted a face that he learned meant she was weighing out her options. A grim part of him wondered whether at least one of them including him being burned or beheaded. She slowly begun to nod her head while also turning it towards the nearby window. She stared at the starry sky muttering something about going to bed. She gave him a chaste kiss on the lips and quickly left to her own house. His heart fluttered wondering if she knew what she did. He couldn't help his smile when he thought of it and yearned to feel her lips on his again.

The smile disintegrated the next day when he went to see her, and she was gone along with all her stuff. His heart broke when he saw the carcass of what used to be a home. His mother, having become paranoid when he confessed the nights events, sent him to Camelot almost a week later. Once there he found friends and a destiny. Still, he couldn't forget the women he continued to love.