Arthur's POV:
Merlin was like the sunlight shining on your face in Summer. Warm, and brilliant. He had his moments where he was like the sunlight in winter, not really able to warm anything, just reflecting off the snow. But that was only when others he cared about were hurting. He shone, like the sun, and it would've burned your eyes if he weren't shining with goodness, with beauty. He was easy to trust, easy to love, with that naïve smile that he always wore. There were many reasons I loved him, but the most prominent was how he made me feel. He made me feel like the sun was shining on me, and the wind was blowing as if it were spring, and that nothing bad could ever come near me. But that was Merlin, always protecting, always loving. Then came the day where his endless protection ended his own life. I buried the man I loved beneath a large oak tree, thinking about how the steadiness, the sturdiness of the tree was exactly like Merlin. I buried him, and gave into my regrets and my tears. I had never told him I loved him, but I was sure that he knew, somehow. He looked at me often, his wise young eyes almost seeing through me, seeing the truth. I loved seeing his eyes, his blue eyes, almost exactly like the sky in Summer. They danced with humor, with laughter. Except for when Will died, and they faded into pale imitations of the way they usually were, and filled with tears. That isn't how I will remember him, though. I'll remember him as the laughing, happy man who was always by my side, always watching out for me, and will always be with me.
"I love you, Merlin." I whispered, placing his emaciated body in the ground. I looked down at him for the last time, the quietness of the grave where he lay overpowering my senses. I wanted to lie down in there next to him, be covered in dirt myself, and never wake up, never leave Merlin's side.