So this chapter focuses on Merlin and how he takes things. So angst shall commence! Also we get a visit from our favorite little witch! I hope you guys like what I did with Morgana cause I imagine her to be fun then the others in her family. Oh and thanks for the reviews and thanks to Jason for editing this for me! Enjoy!

When I woke up this morning, I felt cold. I didn't have your warm arms wrapped around my body, nor your breath on my neck. I turn to see an empty mess of covers where you slept the night before. I thought you might have left early to go to an early meeting. I got up to use the bathroom. I looked around. Your tooth brush and cologne were gone. I checked the shower. It was dry.

I take my shower, chalking it up to an emergency at the office, and you used the rest of your cologne to cover the smell of not being washed. Your tooth brush may have been old, and you threw it out.

I go to get dressed. I open up the doors to our closet to see my clothes on the left and on the right: nothing. I start to panic. I get dressed in my blue dress shirt, and my worn brown leather jacket. I grab my red scarf as I'm leaving to go find where you are. While I pick up my phone and tie my scarf I see a note on the door.

I pick it off the door and read the pale blue note. It read

'Merlin,

I'm sorry. I just can't be in a relationship with you. It wouldn't be fair. I'm a busy person and when my dad hands ownership of the company to me, I won't have time for my personal life. Also I will become one of the richest men in the world, and I don't think the press would take our relationship well. I have an image to uphold.

I'm Sorry.

-Arthur

I probably re-read that note a million times before dropping it on the ground. I could feel the hot tears run down my face, but the worst feeling was the one in my chest. It felt as if someone just punched me there, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. I began to choke on my tears; I fell back against the door and continued to sob.

I must have passed out from my incessant sobbing because I woke up sprawled out on the floor. I looked up to see it was twelve o'clock. I passed out for an hour. I took out my phone to see I had four messages. All from Morgana.

'Merlin, Arthur just told me. Are you okay'

'Merlin please text me back'

'God damn it Merlin! TEXT ME BACK!'

'Fine I'm coming over'

Morgana was a very impatient person, must be a family trait. As I thought that though, it reminded me of you. I guess it triggered tears because my sight went blurry. I couldn't cry though. Morgana is coming over. I have to put on a brave face, she might tell you that I'm broken and weak. No. I wanted to be the stronger person.

I get up off the floor and smooth out the wrinkles in my clothes. I go to the bathroom to wash my face in cold water to reduce the redness that was the result of my hours of sobbing. But I heard a knock at my door. I hope if I don't open it she'll think I'm not in. It doesn't work. She yells my name for about five minutes and then starts to slam on the door. Then I hear a dangling of keys. They were the spare ones that we gave to her so she could get in to water the plants when we went on our trip to France.

She opens the door, and I retreated to my room. She followed. I fall onto my bed like I used to do when I was younger. I bury my head into the pillows, so she won't see me crying. I waited for her to start talking, to tell me something about how you are a prat, but she doesn't. Instead, I feel her hand do rubbing motions on my back, like my mother used to do when I was young. So I just let it out.

I cried for God-knows how long. I just release all my emotions to her, but it wasn't like how I used to do it with you. And then, I remember that it will never be like that ever again. Thinking of that just made me sob some more. I talked for an hour with her; I talked about the whole dinner with her father, and about what he called me. I showed her the note that you left and she called you a bunch of names that I do not want to repeat.

After I finished talking, she just stared at me. Then she said we had to go out for a drink. It took me a good hour to agree with her. So she dressed me up in a nice tight blue t-shirt and she wrapped my red scarf around my neck.

She took me to a club. I was really not in the mood for this, but I agreed to go in anyway. The music was blaring loud dub step. Morgana then got me a drink and told me to go party. I didn't. I waited at the bar and drank.

I noticed after about twenty minutes at the bar, that a young man was staring at me. I prayed that he wouldn't come over, but, like always fate wants to screw me over, the man walks over. He had blond hair, like you. He had a similar build too. He asks if I want to dance. I know he would just leave me in the end like you did.

I put him down politely, and I left the club. As I walked home, I texted Morgana to say I left and not to worry. As I entered our… no my flat, I looked around. I walked into the bedroom to expect you to be sitting there on the bed, but you weren't.

I put my night clothes on, and I curled up on the bed. I pulled my legs up, so I was in a curled up ball. I stared out the window for a while trying not to think of you. It didn't work.

I spent the whole night thinking of all the things I'll miss. The warmth of your body next to mine. Your strong stiff arms that wrapped around me. Your crystal blue eyes. Your silky blond hair. When I ran out of things I will miss about you, it was already morning.