Hello All, so I've finally found the edge to make me write WOOP WOOP!

Disclaimer: This is based upon Makoto Shinkai's film of the same name, so no lawsuit there. Also, some of the dialogue is from the film, but of course I've edited, adapted and changed it to how I wanted it. I do not own the BBC Series 'Merlin' but if I did, Merlin and Arthur would be together in the most romantic way possible.

This took me awhile to write, what with LOTS of ideas running through me head but also feeling the need to bring a few of the film's quotes into it, so yeah...

I won't keep you waiting... I hope you enjoy it :)

P.S. I'm still writing the rest so updates may be few and far between... and I suffer from low self-esteem so be aware that this is my first time writing...

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"Look, its five centimetres per second" Merlin said as he couldn't help but grin to his blonde prince.

"What?" Despite my happiness that I was able to be with Merlin on his last day in Camelot... I couldn't help but feel the weird clench that was trying to rip out my heart... what was this feeling? I felt my eyes start to water and when I looked to Merlin... I don't know but my heart was beating so fast. I looked around then, scared Merlin may have noticed... that I was staring at his amazing, sapphire eyes as they caught the sun and made stars... no, his shine would shame any star. The cherry blossoms were beautiful... pinks of every shade and it was so peaceful. We were by the orchard on the out-shirts of the Pendragon estate... I met Merlin when we were only five years old, but we've been best friends even since, always coming here... as our place of sanctuary. But now... but now Merlin has to leave... and the mere thought makes my heart feel so lonely and... and I start shaking... why? Why must I feel so attached to Merlin... it's as if the raven is so intertwined with my heart, always being my safety and... my friend... but now I feel myself unravelling...

"Cherry blossoms, it's how fast they fall: five centimetres per second" my raven explained in his adorable little Irish accent. Merlin was strange like this, knowing weird and wonderful things about the world... it was odd, but I think Merlin could actually be... wise at times, though I'd never say that to his face: Pendragons do not praise easily. He giggled then, his laughter more mesmerising than any moon, the way his lips perfectly framed his face and... I didn't realise I was frowning in my heartbreak. But I wanted him to stop laughing... for I knew that every time I thought of Merlin I would hear him... and I don't think my mind could take his lose.

"Oh... that's interesting" And knowing Merlin, he giggled again... looking at me this time and smiling at me with the warmest of complexions... my heart contracted and... How did Merlin become so important to me... and why was my slight frown so adorable to Merlin?

"Hey, they look just like snowflakes, don't they?" He skipped forward and gently touched one... and I couldn't help but notice how his delicate fingers of snow caressed the falling petal, how the contrasted was so breathtaking against his black coat. The air was chilly, and being the gentleman I am I let Merlin borrow one of my coats... my favourite might I add. Besides, unbeknownst to him I'd let him keep it... knowing that the fact a piece of me was with Merlin would somehow ease the tearing of my heart. Why did Merlin have to be so perfect? The way the light reflected off him... making his white skin seem to shine and make his black hair all the more entrancing, his high cheekbones making his fragile smile seem all the more magical. That's what Merlin was... magical. I blushed in my thoughts, how could a ten year old boy feel this way? If my father knew... he'd skin me alive...

"I guess..." I said with no particular interest, if he knew how I felt... the thought wasn't worth entertaining. But nevertheless, I felt my heart ache with such a yearning. But I couldn't feel this way, it would complicate things beyond compare and... I wouldn't sacrifice our friendship because for some strange reason my heart has racing every time I see him... What is wrong with me?

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Arthur seemed so sad... why? We could be together for my last day in Camelot, so why did he look so distant, like the world was about to end and crush his bones? Then I looked to myself... and realised how much I didn't want to leave him, Arthur had become my whole life here, he had become my friend... and I gave him my heart along the way. I tried my best to suppress the unbelievable anguish that was clasping my heart... but grief and a shaking feeling that I didn't understand had already settled in... I wanted nothing more than to turn around and wrap my arms around Arthur, to have him wipe my tears and hold me close... but he'd never feel the same, who'd love a big-eared pasty Irish boy? He was beyond my touch and that fact alone would forever curse my heart into its weeping. I heard the train bells ringing and knew I would have to run if I wanted to be at home on time... There was so much I wanted to say, so many feelings that wouldn't be spoken... so I ran, too scared to look back, as I tried to control the sobs of an eternal lose.

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I heard the bells and my heart was hit by a pang of the deepest most cutting sorrow. I flinched it was so strong, knowing that I may never see my Merlin again. He started running... so I called out to him, how dare he run! Didn't he like my company? But then I heard his little whimpers of laughter... but for some reason I thought they were cries... Merlin softly weeping.

"Hey... wait up Merlin!" I called, as we ran down the hill. He got to the cross before I did, able to cross it as the bars went down... separating us... as we then looked at each other with a mutual agony. I was panting, my breath anywhere but in my lungs. The bars went down and... I couldn't leave things like this... no, I couldn't. I called out his name with a new found confidence, a warming rush of hope-

-but the train passed, drowning out my cries... and he was gone.

5 Centimetres Per Second...

A chain of stories about their distance...

And I asked myself... does a heart still beat when it is broken, for mine felt so heavy.