chapter two: Gaius
Warning: this story contains mature content which may not be suitable for younger readers. in no way am i trying to romanticize suicide.
A/N: thanks for reading the last chapter. i hope you enjoy this chapter!
slowly slipping out of bed whilst wiping away his salty tears Merlin kneels beside his bed. Moving his blanket out the way Merlin reaches his shaking hand under his bed and pulls out a small wooden box. Inside the box is a small gold dagger that Arthur gave him for Christmas after Morgana had kidnapped him. Slipping the dagger into his belt Merlin set out to say his final goodbyes.
opening his door Merlin suddenly realised what he was doing. was he being selfish? was it cruel of him to leave all of his friends? he knew his friends would miss him but living hurt to much. Everything hurt to much. this is good for everyone. they'll soon forget about him and carry on living their happy, Merlin free, lives.
"Merlin?" an old voice called from in front of him.
Being so preoccupied in his thoughts Merlin failed to notice the old man sat at the table staring at him, worry etched into his old face.
"huh?" exclaimed Merlin, his attention snapping to Gaius.
"Merlin, are you ok?"
Merlin thought about this, what id he meant to say? 'yeah, fine, just about to kill myself.' no! he can't do that to Gaius. He has already caused him enough trouble.
"Merlin?" Gaius questioned worried that Merlin hasn't answered.
"yeah, sorry, i'm fine. just thinking."
"yes i can see that...Merlin you know you can talk to me. you're like a son to me"
"and you are the father i never had. i can assure you everything is just fine."
Merlin walked over to Gaius. Wrapping his slender arms around his mentor and friend. Pulling away Gaius looks deep into Merlin's eyes noticing that they're not as pure as they used to be.
"i just wanted to thank you, thank you for everything. For being my friend and teaching me the beauty of magic. thank you Gaius, thank you."
And with that Merlin left the room that had been his home for years. Gaius had a feeling he wouldn'rt be seing Merlin again as a salty tear ran down his cheek.
one down, five to go.