Author's Note: I came to realize that I had not inform you, dear readers, that English isn't my Mother tongue. I am a 100% genuine Filipino who has been blessed to study in private schools from kindergarten until college.
For readers who are irked or appalled that they're reading the work of such ethnicity, if you are uncomfortable, then I'd like you to click the back button and never read any of my writings. I would rather have flame reviews due to my stories than my heritage.
Since English language isn't my first language, I had to acquire the help of a betareader, FiggThe3rd, who lives in Wales.
So to hiciacetarturus, this answers your question whether English is my first language.
Is there any need for me to search for another beta if her editing on my stories are not enough to please readers? Please kindly inform me if I am in need of a "grammar Nazi" of sorts betareader to make sure my stories are not so sub par.
But I thank you for your criticism and also to all the others concerning my writing.
*Rant Over
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. As simple as that, people. :)
Warnings: For the first chapter, angst and Merthur. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Now to the reading... :3
Chapter 1: Sorry...
Lesson 1: "SORRY" was never synonymous to "I WON'T DO IT AGAIN."
He's done it again that prat…
He said he wouldn't... Not anymore… Swore on it…
But I guess, promises never meant much to him…
If he's there… fucking that girl…
Forgetting it was our anniversary…
Forgetting we were together… 'til death do us part…
He's forgotten about me… Our little one sleeping in his cot back at home…
Because he's there sleeping with that cunt…
I tear up and I think the sob that comes out isn't heard… but it is… and they look at me… One wretched baby blue eyes and the other soft brown eyes…
I see surprise and guilt… and shame…
I can't look any longer so I leave…
I can't bear to hear the apologies… be near him… love him…
I am outside already. Almost near the car… and he calls out my name.
With sadness, with pain…
I look at him with unshed tears. No words come out from him. I see the marks of their fucking… My chest tightens from such a thought… It makes me almost want to vomit…
But I don't…
"Merlin…" He quivers… Not from the cold… but he's afraid… I can see it in his eyes… When most know that such a thought is laughable…
I wish I could laugh the situation off… So maybe I wouldn't feel like I'm losing my mind.
A sound comes out of me… A mixture of pain and mirth… He comes nears me… I take a step back…
I finger the wedding ring he gave to me and I look at him… Wondering if he would still be worth the trouble… The heartache…
I close my eyes because such reminiscing brings me back to the moment he had done it the first time and again… and again… and again…
The engraved memories of his betrayals…
Tears start flowing… or maybe it's the rain… When did it start raining?... Is it just now?...
He looks so magnificent in the rain. He has always looked like a hunter while I was the meek one. The one who will bend over backwards to give in to Arthur's needs… but he has always taken care of me… And now, I wished he didn't… I wished he had never cared… had never loved me even…
Because what I would do next would be so much easier to do.
I throw the gold band with the intricate carvings as expected from the Pendragon line at him. He catches it. He looks at it with disbelief… I know he is trying to convince himself this isn't happening… I wish it the same as him… but enough is enough.
Before I go inside the car, I look at him again.
"I'll be staying with mother… I'll take Mordred with me… Expect the divorce papers ready for you to sign before the week's end." I say in such a passive voice.
Then I drive away from the only man I have loved with everything in my being.
Sooooo... How was it? Suckish?... Please inform me if so. :)
Have a nice day then ^_^