Arthur freezes, his eyes widening. "No." He gives Merlin a little shake. Merlin's head lolls limply to the side. "Merlin." Tears blur Arthur's eyes and stream down his cheeks, a hard lump forming in his throat. "Merlin!" He takes Merlin's hand, squeezes it, hard. "Merlin. Wake up. Wake up!" He doubles over, his entire body wracking with sobs as wave upon wave of indescribable pain hit him. He clutches Merlin to his chest, burying his face in Merlin's hair. "I'm sorry," he cries, his voice choked and thickened with his tears and grief. "I'm so sorry...." He strokes Merlin's dark hair, rocking back and forth. "I-I love you...." He presses his shaking lips to Merlin's forehead. "Forgive me..."
Arthur looses track of the time that passes when he sits there, rocking back and forth with the lifeless body of the man he loved clutched to his chest. Eventually he cries himself out of tears, but he can't stop sobbing. His chest hurts and his head hurts and his heart hurts and everything hurts... He just wants it to go away.
Slowly, he raises his head from Merlin's hair, blinking a few times. He shifts Merlin in his arms and uses his free arm to reach down to his waist. His fingers find the sheath of the dagger strapped there, and he pulls it free.
Arthur holds the blade to the light, surveying it dully. His eyes drop to Merlin, and a fresh wave of pain hits him. "I'll be with you soon, love..." He murmurs, leaning down to press his lips to Merlin's, one last time. He straightens, taking a deep breath.
He releases his hold on Merlin and takes the dagger in both hands, holding it about a foot away from his chest with the blade pointed inward. Then, with a swift, jabbing motion, he plunges the dagger into his chest.
Arhut gasps, the physical pain surprisingly much less than the emotional pain of Merlin's death. He looks down to Merlin again, his lips forming the words, "I love you" before he slumps forward, his eyes closing as his life drains away from the dagger impaled in his heart.
A/N: This is both a blessing and a curse...I usually never update two days in a row, but given from your comments on my last chapter, I couldn't resist. But undoubtedly this chapter was probably even worse than the last one, and I apologize for that. I'm not held responsible for any emotional damage that may have been a result of reading this.
All I can say is please don't hate me, I'm positive that my last chapter will make you lot very happy :)
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Forbidden - A Merthur fic
FanfictionUther Pendragon has hated sorcery since the very day it resulted in the death of his wife. He's ruled Camelot with an iron fist, murdering countless of innocent sorcerers in the public eye. He's raised his son, Arthur, to hate magic with equal passi...
