HI guys! So basically, this is a series of one-shots of encounters Merlin has with people he's lost. Post season 5.

I don't own Merlin or any of the characters, sadly.

Enjoy!

Morgana

Merlin was standing in Morgana's chambers. Looking around, he saw her standing by the window staring out at the courtyard below. The lady's back was to his servant. She was staring out her window sadly.

He knew this was a dream. Morgana was dead and Merlin had long since left Camelot. But seeing her this way made Merlin almost think it was real. But for some reason, he knew it was real. Somehow, someway, this was real.

She was dressed in her purple gown with the blue sash. Her face held no malice. Only sadness.

"Morgana," Merlin said. She didn't turn.

"Why?" She asked him, quietly.

"Why what?" Merlin prompted her.

She turned and Merlin couldn't bear the betrayal in her eyes. But he didn't look away. He owed it to her.

"Why did it have to come to this?" she finished.

"I don't know," Merlin said. "I blame myself for what you became."

They were silent for a few moments.

"Why did you do it?" she asked. Her voice cracked at the end, as if she were containing a sob. He didn't have to ask. He knew exactly what she meant. "We were friends. I could trust you with almost anything. We were the same."

"I didn't want to do it, I swear. But Morgause made you the vessel for that spell that made everyone sleep. The only way to break it was to kill you," a tear trickled down Merlin's cheek, "I didn't want to do it. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I wanted to tell you that since you came back. I just…I didn't know how. I hated it."

"I understand." Morgana began to cry silently.

She raised her hand to cover her mouth and muffle her sobs. She closed her eyes

Merlin walked over to her and enveloped her in a hug. She pressed her face against his chest.

"I'm so alone here," Morgana whispered. She sounded … broken. "I'm so alone and it's so dark. Sometimes I feel like its going to swallow me up whole and I'm going to become nothing. Like I'll just fade away. I'm so alone," she repeated.

"I love you Morgana, but destiny was more important than all of us. I'm so sorry. But I love you." He said quietly. He pushed her chin up and made her look at him, smoothing her hair away from her tear-streaked face. "Always have, always will. Wherever you are now, remember that I love you. I will never stop loving you."

"I know," Morgana replied, "And I love you, too."

She pressed her mouth to his and slipped something onto his wrist.

When Merlin awoke, he could still taste her salty tears on his lips. He sat up and looked around. He was in his hut in the forest. He sighed and flopped back onto his straw mat. He had let himself believe if only for a second, that he was back in Camelot. With her. With Morgana. With his love.

He felt his own tears on his cheeks.

Then he realized there was something cold pressing against his wrist. He raised his arm. On it was Morgana's bracelet. He smiled sadly. So the dream had been real. But Morgan was still dead.

I meant what I said Morgana, he thought to himself, I will always love you.

I cried while writing this. Hope you all liked it. When I have time to write it, I'll write the next one.

-Sasha