A/N; I believe my friends do not support Merthur. To be honest, i'm not bothered about it, but its really funny. So, yeah.

This story isn't actually happy. Quite sad. No serious 'Merthur' going on. But it might be your cup of tea.

Disclaimer; I do not own Merlin. I do not own Colin Morgan either, unfortunately.

Oneshot.

Merlin had been in love with Arthur Pendragon for a year. Twelve months. 365 days. That was how long it had took him to realize that the emotions that he felt when around him were not, as he had hoped, merely ones signifying respect, awe and love for a friend.

Since he had come to the understanding that what he felt was, indeed, love. He had spent most of his waking hours pondering how, if at all, he should express it.

Hence the reason that Merlin, with a large smile, woke Arthur to the works of,

'Get up you lazy prat!'

Well, he couldn't be too obvious about it...

'Merlin, you are paid to wake me up. The least you could do is say it nicely.'

'Would you like to try again?' Merlin puzzled

''Hmmmpphhh' Arthur flopped back under the sheets. So Merlin took this as a 'yes'.

'Arthur, dearest, it's time to wake up. The birds are singing, it's a wonderful day..' Merlin half teased.

'Merlin, you are my manservant. NOT my wife.' He was laughing though

'Of course' Merlin tried to laugh too, but thoughts were swimming in his head..

It was a week later, and after much consideration, Merlin had decided to tell Arthur about his feelings for him. Or rather, show his feelings..

Arthur was just walking our of his room when Merlin caught him.

'Arthur, I need to tell you something.'

'What, you've scratched the silverware again? Forget about it, we have plenty m-'

Merlin silenced him with a kiss. It was rushed and clumsy, but Merlin was enjoying it.

For one tiny second, Merlin thought Arthur kissed back. Merlin went to put his arms around Arthur's neck, but he was pushed of.

'MERLIN! WHAT IN THE NAME OF CAMELOT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?!'

'I- em, I-' Merlin stumbled. He knew he had done wrong. He felt his face head up.

'MERLIN?!'

'I'm sorry, Arthur. I just wanted to show you that I-' Merlin stopped himself before he told Arthur that he loved him. That wouldn't go well.

'I.. better go. Um, Arthur? I quit my job. Just so you know.'

'When?' Arthur was shocked through the shock.

'Just now.'

And with that, Merlin left. Leaving Arthur completely confused.

Merlin went to Guias' house straight after that and packed his things. He knew he could not stay after this.

He was just about to walk out of the door what he spared a thought for Guias. He loved that man like a father, but still, he knew he could not stay.

Merlin took a piece of parchment from the table and simply wrote

'I'm sorry.'

He then took out the magic book that Guias had given him upon his arrival.

He opened it to a page that contained a spell that one could cast to make someone forget their memories. He left it open on that page on the table with the note on top. Then he left.

Merlin made his way to a peak in the woods, overlooking a beautiful crystal-like lake.

A good place for a new beginning, he thought.

Merlin sat on the grass and began reciting the memory spell from the book.

Soon he began to feel a slight tugging at the edges of his mind. He welcomed it.

Ten minutes later Merlin stood up like a phoenix rising from the ashes. He did not remember Arthur, did not remember his love for him. This was how he had wanted it.

Merlin continued to walk through valleys, through meadows and forests, to new places.

He grew old, always with the sensation that there was something he was missing, but somehow also knowing it was better this way.

When Merlin got to the old age of eighty-two, he died. It was a peaceful death, pleasant, the way it should be. Almost perfect.

The only thing was that Merlin died not knowing that Arthur had loved him, too.