w h o y o u b e c o m e (a merthur oneshot)

What do you do when your lovers away?
When you realise that he was never here to stay?
The coffee stains on the carpet, the pen in your hand Carry out the stories of a different land
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Merlin has lost many things. Names and faces run like a blurred red line at the back of his head. Some stand out more than others. None stand out more than his.
Arthur. Arthur. Arthur.