Merlin couldn't forget her. Out of everyone that he had lost, her death had hurt the most. He knew that he had to let go, but it was too hard.
The world was cruel. How could it let someone as innocent as Freya live such a cold, dark life? She hadn't done anything to deserve her fate.
Merlin looked out at the lake. His heart hurt every time that he came here, but it was the one place that he felt close to her. This was the closest thing that she had to a grave.
He had a destiny that didn't include her, but when she was there that didn't matter. He wanted to give up the life that he was meant to live. He had to, if that meant that they could be together. They needed to be together.
Why had it fallen apart? Why did life have to be so hard on him? What was wrong with them being together?
He pushed these thoughts away. This wasn't how he wanted to remember her. She wouldn't have wanted her memory to cause him pain.
He could remember the way that he had felt when he looked into her eyes. He could remember how beautiful her smile was. It still hurt to think of these things, but he needed to feel some pain to be able to heal.
Merlin wiped the tears from his eyes as he said goodbye to Freya, his lost love.