Hey! It's about time you guys got an update! :) I'm really sorry it's been so long, and I'll try to be faster with my next post!
Description: He'd tell him Tomorrow...
Disclaimer: If I owned Merlin, Arthur would have found out about his magic way back in 1x10 (The Moment of Truth). Yep, I'm not really one for holding off the inevitable or building suspense...
Warning: This story's on the angstier side.
Extra AN: Oh, and this is from Merlin's perspective. I guess that's kind of important to know... :)
"You pile up enough tomorrows, and you'll find you are left with nothing but a lot of empty yesterdays."- Harold Hill (The Music Man)
Tomorrow. He'd tell him Tomorrow.
Not Today. No, Today wasn't right. It was just too hard. Tomorrow would be better— easier— for both of them.
They'd already had many Yesterdays, and there would be even more Tomorrows, but there was only one Today. Why spoil that?
Good things came to those who waited. He would wait for Tomorrow.
Their Yesterdays held such wonderful memories. If he told him Today, that would just ruin them all. Tomorrow, on the other hand…
It was safer not to tell him now. A better time would come.
Tomorrow. Yes, Tomorrow would be the day.
So? How was my first foray into the land of Angst? I was actually going to post a different story, but I'm still trying to get the last 15 words on that (Why are drabbles so difficult?). And that one's quite a bit angstier, so I probably won't post it next. Do you think I should alternate between bromance and angst stories?
Anyway, if you liked it, please review! Comments make me smile, and it would be a wonderful first-day-of-February gift! :)