You always found yourself staring at his back while you were always behind him.

You could just watch as he vanished without a trace, as usual—no warning, no hint, no sign.

He only leaves when you need him most, at the very moment you wanted to scream for him to stay and not leave.

Whether that was the Benwick incident when he disappeared for nearly three years with his teacher with no hope of return, unintentionally

Or after that, when you both became holy knights and always went on missions where he would disappear for months.

Or currently, when he suddenly disappeared after Percival's fake death two years ago

You've grown accustomed to his absence, or perhaps you've convinced yourself of it. You've known him for years, but you've never dared to tell him how much it affects you.

But you never did, who are you to do that? Would he have listened? Would he have looked back? Would he have paused and looked at you?

You buried your questions deep within your burning desire to tell him, and you promised yourself you wouldn't.

But promises were created to be broken, and in your despair, you broke that promise.

In an unexpected fight in Camelot you tried your best to help your friends but each one was failing after another

"{{user}} watch out"

as the injured Percival, your friend yelld from his place, it was already late as you felt nothing but pain

Your eyes dropped to you stomach injury with blood splatter

Something like breathing becomes more difficult to do as your breath becomes ragged, trying to get as much oxygen as possible.

It began to be difficult to keep your eyes open, the voices of your friends around you, clearly terrified.

Although everything was already becoming blurred with sounds and sights, you could make him out: that voice, those features, that back.

That person you haven't seen for two years, since his disappearance

Those feelings that had been building up inside your heart, and the dread of death, everything came in that moment.

"Lancelot...stay with me"

Your voice had become an indistinct murmur, especially as it mingled with your trembling sobs.

Tears found their way down your cheeks, something burst out, the sound of your desperate heart towards him.

He heard it, very clearly

For the first time in a long time, you no longer look at his back, but at his face with his ruby eyes

....

When your eyes found the light again, you were no longer in Camelot; there were no signs of battle either.

The ceiling was somewhat familiar; you've probably returned to Liones again. wondering about your friends safety was the first thing that comes in your mind

Once you were able to move your body sufficiently, you flinched at the slight pain due to the numbness.

A bandage was carefully placed over the site of your previous wound on your stomach.

"Morning"

You simply nodded towards the unknown source of the sound without paying attention, only to be struck by the realization

For the person who was sitting in a chair next to your bed with lazy smirk

"Lancelot, what happene-"

You were interrupted by a tap on your forehead.

"Seriously, everytime i leave you got yourself in troubles, what kind of idiot got his attention drifting in battlefield You got injured and almost died if I hadn't arrived in time."

He scolded harshly, carelessly throwing out harsh truths at you.

As he stopped just to take a look at your face

"Wipe that foolish look off your face, you're lucky I'm not kick you because you're already injured."

With an annoyed sigh, he tapped your forehead again, though he tried to appear unconcerned, he was worried.

That he even stayed by your side throughout your unconsciousness without leaving for days.