Chapter 6

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I was placing books on the selves when the door opening got my attention.

"Hello. Is there anything I can-" I stopped mid-sentence. Those bright green eyes. That black hair. The confidence radiating from her smooth gait. 

"Morgana?" I asked.

"Who?" Maybe it wasn't her. Arthur returning must have really gotten to me.

"Sorry miss. I thought you were someone else. How can I help you today?" My cheeks flared with embarrassment. 

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Morgana left the shop with a smile on her face. 

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I walked home to find Arthur sitting at the door with his arms crossed.

"Where were you? I wake up to find the knives I took from your drawers gone and you missing! What the hell, Merlin?" Shit. I moved them back to the apartment.

"Arthur, calm down! Okay? I have a job. You know this. Relax. Okay? Yea, I took the knives but you had no right to go through my stuff."

"I had every right!  You were slicing your wrists open! What if you cut too deep? What if you died?"

"I wouldn't have died," I whispered.

"And how do you know?!" Arthur shouted at me. Damn. I had hoped he wouldn't have heard.

"I've lived through hundreds of wars, dealt with thousands of injuries. I haven't died yet."

"Yet. You can't know for sure."

"Yea. I do."

"How?! How do you know that you won't die?"

"Because I've tried!" I shouted. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit.

"What?" Arthur grew silent, "What did you do?...."

"No. We're not discussing this."

"Merlin," his voice warned, "we have to discuss this."

"No. We don't. You can't force me to do anything."

Arthur sighed and walked back inside. I followed behind.

"Come here." Arthur motioned me over to the bathroom, "We gotta clean your cuts."

I decided against resisting. It took too much effort.

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A noise woke me from my sleep. The door! I rolled out of bed and walked towards the front door.

A familiar face met me in the kitchen.

"Morgana," I stated coldly.

"Emrys," she responded with equal hate.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, while reaching backwards for one of the kitchen knives. I grabbed the knife and spun around to face her again.

She was gone.


A/N: Guys, I've hit a block. Send in some ideas of a few more chapters before shit starts happening pls. I know what I want the end to be but not how to get there. urggghhhh. School has started so I'm not going to be able to update as often. I'm probably going to be coming up with more ideas. Thanks for all the support!


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