Lilies

Morgana sat on the wet ground, the raindrops trickling down the tombstone.

Merlin Emrys

29 July 1996 - 12 March 2021

My sass lies with me, here

She had lost enough, but she was not ready to lose him, not Merlin. She kissed her palm and ran her fingers over the tombstone. The white Lilies she had brought with her were safely tucked in her bag, the plastic covering protecting them from the rains.

White Lilies were her best friend's favorites. Morgana was never into flower language, but Merlin was. He was always careful with the flowers he chose for the people he loved. Once, when she had teasingly said that she would place Lisianthus on his tombstone, he had whined and had warned her not to.

"Lisianthus is a sign of gratitude for the dead." He had explained.

"Then probably not. I have nothing to thank you for." She had snorted and smirked as he had made faces.

Instead, she had chosen Lilies that symbolized the rejuvenation of the soul. She never understood why Merlin liked these flowers so much. They were pretty, sure, but Lilies were said to be Sympathy Flowers, for God's sake.

"I miss you, Idiot." She said, her tears choking her.

She wished she had flown down from the U.S a bit earlier to be with Merlin as he attended his chemotherapy sessions. But that was in the past. Now, all she had was regret.

"Morgana." Her husband whispered, and she rested her head on Lancelot's chest. Lancelot had lost his best friend too. Perhaps his only friend. 

He kissed her hair. The two sat in silence. The Lilies looked too pale against the tombstone. Too lifeless. Just like the two felt right now, as they missed their best friend.

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