Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin.
A/N: So, it's a girl! She is 7 pounds and was born at 3:19pm in Pacific Standard Time. Oh, this story is angsty Merlin. You guys will tell me if I am beating the idea like a dead dog. (Where did the saying come from anyways?)
As much as he wanted the future to come and wanted to be free of the lies and the secrets and the deceit.
He wouldn't admit it. He couldn't admit it.
For it was something he wanted so badly. He didn't want to hide and be afraid. The sleepless nights, the cover up, the dance would all go away. He could finally be truthful and open with his friends. The ability to use magic unconcealed and without consequences. A chance to be recognized and live in the light.
Be himself.
Even after all of that, he was afraid of change.
Start with a D: Thank you again! I will definitely have to write something about him. I just have to wait for an idea. Wait, I just got one...literally as I wrote that last sentence! It probably wouldn't be next chapter, though, cause I need to write something funny or fluffy.
So, I take a brain and behaviour class for my psychology major and we were talking about neurotransmitters, particularly dopamine. When we get something that makes us happy, we do the activity more to get more dopamine (the natural happy drug). Do you guys know what I'm getting at?