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Chapter 21 :

Guinevere took a deep breath and came into the flat, it had been a few weeks now that she had been seeing Lancelot again, and she had not told Arthur.

She knew he would get mad.

How could she blame him?

She didn't really know why she had not told him, there had just been so much to think about, lately with Morgana leaving without a trace, Merlin's heartbreak and Arthur who felt stuck in the middle of two of the most important persons in his life.

She was giving herself excuses and she knew it.

The truth was that she was afraid of how he would react...

Because he wouldn't react well.

But she was ready to tell him that Lancelot had changed, that they were indeed friends and that this was all there was to it. That he was even happy for her newfound happiness with Arthur!

Then someone knocked at her door and she jumped, before the door opened and the man she loved came in, smiling tenderly as he looked at her.

"You look beautiful, my love."

She smiled and walked to him, kissing him.

"You're not too shabby yourself." she raised an eyebrow and he laughed, arms winding around her waist.

Everything was so perfect between them and that was also why she had been so afraid about telling him... They had also planned their holidays, and they were leaving two weeks on the following month for Paris – she couldn't wait.

"You look troubled." he only said and she shook her head, trying a smile.

"I am fine, Arthur."

He kissed her curls and took her hand,

"Ready to go?"

"Always."

Merlin was paled, dark circles around his eyes and he felt like shit.

She had left him.

Without a word.

Without a goodbye.

Without even leaving him a chance to make it better...

To make it work.

He took his phone and tried once again to reach her, but just like it did everytime he tried for the last few weeks, no one answered.

"Morgana, it's me." his voice broke. "Call me back, please. Or at least call Arthur to let us know you're fine. I'm worried. We're all worried." a silence and a tear escaped his eyes. "I miss you. Please come back. I love you so much and I just need a chance to make this work... Please."

And then he closed the call.

They were eatting and Guinevere couldn't focus on anything that Arthur was saying. All she kept thinking was that she couldn't hide this from him anymore, but he would be so angry...

"That's enough." said softly Arthur and she jumped, before her eyes found his.

"What?"

"It's I who should be asking you that." he took her hand and intertwined their fingers. "Tell me what's wrong."

"You won't like it."

He frowned slightly.

"Tell me, please."

"Promise you won't get mad at me?"

"Well," he chuckled slightly and stroked her skin with his thumb. "I can always try."

She swallowed.

"Arthur, I ... " blue eyes were looking at her so tenderly that the words died on her mouth. Oh God, she was a coward. So she looked down and closed her eyes. "Please do not see this as something that this is not, okay? I love you and only you. But I have beeen hanging out with Lancelot as friends again. He has changed. I swear he has. And he's not like he used to be. Proof is, he even is happy for us!"

She didn't open her eyes.

All she felt was Arthur freeze and then he removed his hand from hers. She tried to catch it, but when she looked up, her heart stopped.

Because blue eyes were wide opened, and he was looking so hurt suddenly that she hated herself.

"How long have you been seeing him?"

"As a friend."

"How long, Guinevere?"

"A few weeks."

His eyes widened even more and then, silence.

"I can't believe it." he breathed, before shaking his head and getting up.

"What are you doing?" she asked, panicked and he glared at her, and now he looked both angry and hurt, and she hated that it was her fault.

"I'm leaving."

"Arthur-"

"Go to hell Gwen. And take your Lancelot with you."

He started to walk to the door – they were at her place, her parents were gone for the week, but she ran and tried to stop him.

"Arthur, please..."

"Let go of me."

"Then listen!"

"No."

"Please..."

"No."

She ran to the door and blocked his way out, and he glared at her once again.

"Let me go."

"Never."

"Guinevere, I am not playing."

"Neither am I!" she exclaimed and he looked so cold and so distant, it was absolutely worst that what she had pictured. "This is not what you think."

"I don't think anything."

She glared.

"Don't lie to me, Arthur."

"Why? I thought that's what we were doing, now."

She froze.

Touché.

"I didn't mean to lie to you..."

He chuckled darkly.

"Obviously."

"It just never seemed to be the right time."

He sighed loudly and ran a hand through his hair.

"So let me get this right... You're seeing your ex-boyfriend again."

"Arthur-"

"The one who broke us apart, the one you already chose once over me."

"Arthur, no-"

"And you didn't even bother to tell me about it."

"Stop-"

"And it had been going on for bloody weeks."

"Please-"

"But I should be fine with that?!" he said loudly and she jumped.

"No need to shout." she frowned.

"I've got every needs to shout! I'll shout if I want to!"

"Arthur-" she tried but this time he straightened up and closed himself.

"I want to leave. Right now."

And something in his tone...

"I am so sorry..." she said and her voice broke.

He didn't even answer and she let him leave, he slammed the door loudly behind him and Guinevere put a hand to her mouth, trying to hold the sobs before letting herself slide against the door.

She had ruined everything.