Title: Hate
Summary: No matter how much Arthur tried, he couldn't bring himself to hate her.
A/N: I was packing my bags getting ready to travel, when this idea randomly popped into my mind, and it just wouldn't go away. I hope you like it, it's my first proper drabble :D
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Merlin the BBC does :'( I also don't own a cherry tree although I'd like to hence the name :D
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Angry, frustrated, devastated; there wasn't a word that could describe how he felt. Heart-broken didn't seem to cut it. His heart felt more like it had shattered…beyond repair.
He punched the wall until his knuckles bled. He felt his body shake with every sob. How could she? The question just wouldn't leave his mind.
He wanted so much to hate her…hate her for what she did to him. Maybe it would make it easier. But he couldn't. When you love someone as strongly as he loved her, he couldn't bring himself to say her name, you can never hate them.
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If you want this expanded then feel free to tell me. I can't promise I'll be able to but I'll sure as heck try :D
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