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Update time! Someone said they wanted romance - so this is my best shot. Thanks to Tolleren and MerlinEmrys22 for reviewing, and an extra big thankyou to mischief-manager00 who has been reviewing since I started, and StarburstAwesomeness who, despite not reading until I'd done about 20, still read and reviewed them all. You guys are epic! Hope you enjoy.

Three years. Three years since his best friend had murdered his true love. Three years since he'd watched her die in his arms, and set her upon the water.

It had hurt at first, like an itch that couldn't be scratched, but then it grew and grew until the grief had almost consumed him. Every time he saw a couple kissing, deeply in love, it ripped him to the core. He couldn't bear to look at Arthur for weeks after it happened.

His life became one huge blank - he was nothing. Nobody needed him, nobody wanted him. Even protecting Arthur didn't seen as important anymore. He became moody, withdrawn even, no cheeky replies, no sarcastic comebacks.

And then, gradually, just when it seemed that it would overwhelm him, it began to fade. At first he welcomed it, but then he began to clutch at the feeling, willing it to stay. He felt like if he didn't hurt then he'd forget her, and she'd be lost forever.

And then he'd seen her again, in the cave during Morgana's attack. Her voice, her smile, brought it all back, making him realise that he hadn't lost anything, just gained. He'd seen her that day, when he went to go and get the sword. She was even more beautiful than he remembered.

After that, he'd vowed to go see her whenever he could, even if she wasn't there. He'd just go and talk, when it all got too much, or there was too much pressure, or the secrets were building up and weighing him down, and he needed someone to talk to. He went and sat by the lake every day off he got, and she'd make sure she was there. She helped him through his father's death, through Arthur's obliviousness, and his guilt over what had happened to Morgana.

And once a year, on the anniversary of her death, he'd go, and they'd meet and they'd talk. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep the world at bay.

Because, really, that was all he needed.

Yay! So - read, review, prompt. Please? Update soon - I've got one in the works :)