The Curious case of Merlin and Morgana

Where Will You Go

He had indeed left her.

Her eyes, glittering with unshed tears, lingered on his retreating form. Her lips parted, forming words to halt his departure but were never uttered for they were trapped by her pride.

Not caring that if he were to take one single glance over his shoulder, he would see that she was in complete mess, Morgana lost the fight and tears were streaming freely down her pained features.

Crying openly over his decision to part ways with her, made her feel weak and pathetic.

No matter how painful it was, she forced herself to watch him. As reminder.

With each leaves his boot crushed, Morgana would wince. It felt like he was crushing her heart.

With each step he took further away from her, her chest would ache. And new tears would form.

She shouldn't be reacting in such way. There was nothing she could do to put an end to it. She was hopeless when it came to him.

The moment he left her sight, disappearing entirely from her blurred line of vision, Morgana closed her eyes and listened as his footsteps slowly faded away until she could not hear them.

She could no longer see him. She could no longer hear him.

Yet she kept her eyes on the road he'd taken. Secretly and helplessly wishing for him to appear once more.

A foolish thought. A silly desire.

But time went by and her eyes dried out. The scenery around her had fallen, into complete silence, apart from her ragged breathing that eventually evened. Her knees were weak and numb from the staying upright.

Merlin was nowhere to be seen. He didn't come back.

Alone. Once again.

And she welcomed that feeling differently this time.

She sunk to the ground, heavily. Her face buried in her hands, and then it started all over again. Her heart ached and she began to cry.

Lonely and having absolutely no one to rely; those feelings she had long since she had assumed that she gone accustomed to.

Yet, years after years of depending merely on her own, she realized that she had not adapted to living alone, she had simply forgotten what was like to have a family, a friend by her side. She had forgotten what it felt to matter to another person.

And the past two weeks she had spent in Camelot, surrounded by those she had distance herself from, with Gwen daily by her side chatting her ears off, or Gaius and his constant need for her potion knowledge or even listening to Arthur's snide comments that her half-brother seemed to never get tired of throwing them her way, it had done something to her.

Even though, she had felt herself suffocating by them all. It had started a sparkle. Deep inside her heart, reminding her of what had been. Of what she had missed.

History was repeating itself, in crueler way this time, she thought as she wiped her nose in the hem of her dress.

In the woods. Abandoned and deserted.

Her cries eventually subsided and she was left hiccuping and sniffing. Though, she needed to seek a shelter for the night-possibly for more than that, she supposed, she could not find the strength to stand up.

She was exhausted, both physically and mentally. All the running and crying were now taking their toll on her.

It occurred to her that she had wasted most part of her life when she had misplaced her trust in people that clearly didn't deserve such privilege.