Love is a Twisted Game

A/N I have posted this fic on fanfiction.net as well. This is my work. Obviously Merlin doesn't belong to me.

He sat her down in one of the only chairs in the house. He didn't know where to start.

He had never seen her cry before, her head held in her hands, shoulders shaking. No comfort could be given.

They burnt his body together, his arm wrapped around her, tears still running tracks on their faces.

They grieved. Grieved for the loss of a lover, for the loss of a father.

In time they would heal from the pain, but for the moment they felt his loss like an empty void. They had nothing to fill it with.

Love is hard. It ebbs and flows like waves, pulling us in and spitting us out when we're at our worst.

For some love can be a twisted game. But for others, it is only the beginning of a new dawn.