Without You
The rain hammered down. Droplets bounced off the material of his umbrella then fell to the concrete surrounding him, beginning to form dirty puddles at his feet. Steadily they came, keeping to the rapid beat of his heart, as he looked solemnly across the vast expanse of water before him. His converse were wet through, his feet felt soggy and uncomfortable, as if he stayed any longer hed develop trench foot. Yet he stayed, the water soaking up the length of his jeans, making him, although, he thought seemingly impossible, even more miserable.
It had been a year. One whole year since he'd died. It wasnt a shock; the cancer had ravaged his body making him sickly and frail. He looked nothing like himself when he was ill; he somehow managed to lose his aura of superiority and power, and became just a dying old man. To those whod hated him, it seemed like karma had finally come round to kick him hard, letting him suffer for his sins. He didn't believe in karma. As the whole world watched, he looked away, not until his father asked for him on his deathbed did he look into his broken eyes. Tears didn't fall as he drew his last breath, as his hand became limp, he just sat, quiet and statuesque, not knowing exactly how to feel. It wasn't until after the funeral, when he trudged home not wanting to take the car, opened the door to his flat and sunk down to the floor. The tears came then, heavy and hot, between screams of grief and long gasps for air.
He continued to look out, as a tear fell from his face, becoming just another droplet in the puddle that spread between his feet. The sound of shoes upon wet concrete came increasingly louder but he darent turn around, just in case the sound was a figment of his imagination. Someone wrapped a supporting arm around the waist of his wet coat, and a male voice whispered "Arthur," but he barely had the strength left to reply. Instead, he just shut his eyes and let the tears fall as the man held him with the rain continuing to pour down.
With what sounded like the last of his strength, Arthur choked into the crook of his neck, "You came."
"I couldnt leave you, not today," he replied, squeezing the other man a little tighter.
Arthur removed his head from his shoulder, blinked, letting the last of his tears fall down his raw face, "Thank you Merlin, for everything."
"That's what I'm here for," Merlin smiled, grasping his hand, "C'mon, let me take you home."
A/N:
I have never ever posted anything on this site before and it was literally the most confusing thing I've ever had to do in my life. This was originally posted on my lj.