Arthur's POV:
I couldn't fathom why Merlin looked so upset when he walked in on Gwen and I. He raced away from my room, and I knew instantly where he was going. He raced towards the highest tower on the castle, and it was almost like I could read his mind. He was planning on jumping, and I had to stop him. Because some part of me loved him, and couldn't survive without him. We reached the top of the tower, and I saw Merlin looking out over the city. I pleaded with him, told him I loved him-and yet he still fell to the unforgiving ground over the edge of the tower. After he fell, I fell to my knees and started sobbing.
"Merlin, why?" I sobbed, knowing this was my fault that he had died. I stood up and went down to the place where Merlin had fallen. His body was still there, and he was completely unmoving. I felt for a pulse, for a sign of breathing, anything. There was none, and I felt my heart break. I left Merlin's body and went to my room. Grabbing a small dagger from the armory on my way, I went into my room and plunged it into my heart. Falling backwards onto my bed, I felt the bliss of death take over me. I opened my eyes, and Merlin was standing there.
"Merlin." I whispered, smiling.
"Arthur, why are you here?" Merlin inquired.
"I love you, Merlin. I can't survive without you." I said.
"I love you too, Arthur." Merlin said, and then wrapped his arms around me.