Warning: this story contains mature contents and is not suitable for younger readers. in no way am i trying to romanticize suicide.

A/N: this is it, the final chapter. i really hoped i have done this story and ending justice. please follow me so you can read my other stories and tell me what you did/didn't like in the reviews so i can make it better next time. thanks for all the support.

Making a sharp turn round yet another corner Merlin could hear Arthur shouting for him to 'stop' to 'think about this.' What Arthur didn't know is how much Merlin had thought about this, he had spent nights sat on his bed thinking, thinking about anything and everything. Arthur didn't need him anymore, he had Gwen, the knights, the lords and ladies of the court. Arthur would be fine without him, Albion was here so Merlin didn't have to be. He had done his job and now he wished, more than anything, that it would be over.

Sprinting up another flight of stairs Merlin could hear Arthur's voice getting closer. Fuck! if he didn't hurry up Arthur would catch him and frankly he didn't want that conversation.

Bursting though a door he has seen many times before Merlin was extremely great full that now a spiral stair case lied in-front of him. Jumping up the stairs two at a time Arthur's voice was still tinging in his head. At the top of the stairs there was another door that lead to the top a space on the top of the castles wall.

Running outside Merlin slammed his back against the door. "hurz afl shre" Merlin whispered locking the door miller seconds before Arthur started attacking the door as if it were an old enemy.

"Merlin don't do this please! please i'm begging you! i can't lose you! Merlin, MERLIN."

The cries of the king were so sorrowful and pleading, even the most wicked of people would tear up at the scene unfolding upon Camelots walls.

Merlin slowly walked further away from the door, soft rain was pouring down his face as he pulled the dagger from his belt. slowly Merlin made his way over to the wall sinking down and lent against it. Rolling his sleeve up Merlin stared at his unmarked flesh ad the sort cries of Arthur seeped through the door. Then...nothing. Merlin just sat there staring at his skin trying to ignore his kings heart wrenching pleas.

Leaning his head back, eyes facing the sky, Merlin bit his lip in anticipation of what pain was soon to come. it would hurt now but the release he would feel after it would be worth it, he knew it would. Shutting his eyes tight he forced his right had to push the tip of the dagger to his skin, the pressure in his hand built until he heard a quick rip followed by blood pouring out of his arm. Head still facing the heavens, Merlin let out a horrid cry as he pulled the dagger towards his chest (the dagger still firmly imbeded in his skin.)

Using his shoulder as a hammer, Arthur kept slamming it into the door hoping, praying, that it would open. He wouldn't let this happen, he wouldn't let Merlin die. Not like this, alone and scared, Merlin deserved better. Arthur kept ramming his shoulder into the wall, he wasn't going to give up on his friend that easily.

Faintly smiling, Merlin felt his warm, thick blood leaving him. The release he felt in that moment was more than he had been granted in ages. He was at peace. A single tear dropped from his eye as he smiled to himself. Moving his head ever so slightly to face the old door he had just ran from, another smile formed on his lips knowing Arthur would get over his death and be the king Albion needed. Merlin was proud of his friend and would die happy.

Just as Merlin's vision had started to blur, Arthur had finally got through the door and was running over to his now lifeless friend. That was the last thing Merlin saw before he died, Arthur running to him, then everything turned black.

"NO! NOOOOO!" Arthur screamed as he ran to his friend.

Crashing into the wall, Arthur fell into a heap on the floor at the sight of Merlin. Tears rolled down Arthur's face as he tugged on Merlin's body hoping for any form of response.

"Why? Why would you do this to me? i need you! please"

Hugging Merlin's cold body, Arthur screamed, Arthur screamed the loudest, saddest, most hones scream you have ever heard. And the scream belonged to Arthur, a strong, wise king was now screaming as if his whole world had fallen in front of him.

Arthur needed Merlin more than he had realised and now he has lost his other half. He felt the world crumble beneath him. What was the point of ruling Albion if Merlin wasn't their with him? Albion was as much Merlin's as it was his. Arthur could feel his heart breaking and it hurt, he knew he wouldn't be able to fix it, not this time.

Arthur had been betrayed a lot throught his life, Morgana, Mordred, his father. But non were as bad as this. Merlin was meant to stay with him, guide him, but he left. Just like everyone else Merlin had left.

"I love you, please, please don't leave me"

Arthur cried into Merlin's neck, Arthur cried into Merlin's neck until the rain had stopped, Arthur had cried into Merlin's neck until the sun had rised. He had begged and pleaded but his words had fallen onto deaf ears because Merlin was dead. And he was never coming back.