DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!
There are certain people you just keep coming back to
She is right in front of you
You begin to wonder could you find a better one
Compared to her now she's in question
When they were growing up in the castle together, throughout all the trials, the incredibly boring balls and daily life, Arthur and Morgana always stuck together.
It didn't matter if they were adopted brother and sister, they had probably the strongest relationship in the palace, and as Morgana grew older she realized she had always loved Arthur.
And then Arthur realized it.
But it was too late.
And all at once the crowd begins to sing
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same
She was gone.
She had succumbed to magic.
She was lost.
She had gone astray now, possibly and probably forever.
Maybe you want her, maybe you need her
Maybe you started to compare to someone not there
The palace had an eerie feeling now. It reminded Arthur constantly that she wasn't there anymore. That she was gone. And he loved her, but she wasn't Morgana anymore. As the years grew by she became known by another name Morgan le Fay.
Looking for the right one you line up the world to find
Where no questions cross your mind
But she won't keep on waiting for you without a doubt
Much longer for you to sort it out
The pain was unbearable, it was a heavy burden to carry on Arthur's shoulders and it lasted there throughout his life, his rule, his strained relationship with Guineveire, his death.
He remembered when they were at least sixteen and he was attending balls in Camelot to find suitable choices for his future wife. He remembered her witty and critical judgments of each girl at the ball. But he had no noticed her.
That she was there.
And all at once the crowd begins to sing
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same
And now he had lost her.
Everyone. Uther, Merlin, Gwen, Lancelot, they had all told him that it was too late. That he couldn't rescue her now. But he didn't listen to them. He clung on to his memories of her.
Morgana.
Maybe you want her, maybe you need her
Maybe you started to compare to someone not there
Maybe you want it, maybe you need it
Maybe it's all you're running from
Perfection will not come
He was at the Gates of Avalon. She was standing there. He had died.
"Morgana," Arthur said gasping, "Are you really…could you not….please…"
Morgana gave him a stone cold, broken smile that told him, that she was too weak, even if she was dead.
And all at once the crowd begins to sing
Sometimes
We'd never know what's wrong without the pain
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same
"I'm sorry," Morgana said, tears streamed down her cheeks, "My life was what was meant for me. I had to live life like this. An enchantress. An outcast. Arthur, it hurts so much. But I can't turn back. I'm already dead now."
Maybe you want her, maybe you need her
Maybe you've started to compare to someone not there
Maybe you want it, maybe you need it
Maybe it's all you're running from
Perfection will not come
Arthur looked at her sadly. He then quickly kissed her, roughly but he meant it.
Morgana's facial expressions remained the same, she then said in her most honest tone, "Arthur..I'm sorry." She paused for a moment. "I love you."
Maybe you want her, maybe you need her
Maybe you had her, maybe you lost her to another
To another
He had lost her.
He had lost her forever.
Until death.
He had lost her to magic.
But he loved her.
Always.