I own nothing.
Merlin.
That's all I could think about.
Merlin.
Why?
Why couldn't it be a woman?
Why?
Questions.
Silly questions.
Why? Because it just happened.
Happened before I could stop it.
Before anyone could.
Even.
My magical, hot, clumsy Merlin.
Not even him.
Nobody could stop it.
No-one.
I was alone.
Wrapped in my feelings.
My feelings.
What did feelings really do?
Love.
Pleasure.
Happiness.
Forgiveness.
Bliss.
Everything I get with Merlin.
Everything.
He was my everything.
Mine.
But not mine.
Did he feel the same?
I don't know.
I hoped yes.
But no.
Because I don't know.
No-one does but Merlin.
If only I could hold him in my arms.
Kiss him.
Whisper sweet nothing to him.
Feel his soft lips on mine.
His lips.
So soft.
So wonderful.
So cherry red and beautiful.
Perfectly kissable.
But not mine.
Never will be mine.
Hopefully they will.
But no.
I don't know.
Only he does.
I don't.
When I am around him.
All I want to do is hold him.
Kiss him.
Make him mine.
Feel his body against mine.
Blissful.
Wonderful.
Prefect.
Him kissing me back so sweetly.
Pure pleasure came at the thought.
But not mine.
Never mine.
Never will be mine.
Not at all.
But I could always try.
Always.
Then he told me.
Told me.
Told me that he loved me.
Told me everything.
Everything.
Such a big word.
With so much meaning.
But so little.
So little did he tell me.
So big he didn't.
Not until I was truly trust worthy.
Not until the day.
And that was the day.
The horrible day.
When my Merlin had been taken.
Right out of my grasp.
Killed by an axe.
I had thrown at my father.
Missing him by centimetres.
All after a series of beautiful kissed.
Shared with my Merlin.
So as I bring this knife up.
Right up to my chest.
All I can think about.
Is being with my Merlin again.
My.
Sweet.
Loving.
Caring.
Merlin.
"I will be with you forever" I whispered.
I plunged the knife into my heart.
Feeling the pain.
But marvelling the beauty.
I fell.
Over the edge of the battlements.
With a smile.
A small smile.
But a smile.
"May I always be with you"
I hit the ground.
With a thud.
Right in front of my father.
"Arthur" He whispered.
"Bastard" I rasped back.
"Arthur" He whispered again.
"You did this to me" I glared.
I saw black dots dart across my vision and smiled.
"Death is such a beautiful thing" I chuckled.
Uther was knealing next to me.
"It's because of him?" Uther asked.
And with no pain.
And no regret.
I died.
I write this about a year ago on request of an friend. She knows who she is and I want to thank her for pushing me to publish some of my Merlin stories because she thought I was a really good writer (Is she delusional or what?)
Thanks.
Review if you like it.
M