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Faramir came outside onto his balcony and, leaning on the edge, looked up at the bright stars shining overhead. The tears that came so close to falling were filled with so much emotion that it was hard to bear. And soon he began to think about his brother...
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I remember so many things about you, my brother. Your courage, pride, dignity... I remember the first time father told me I was a disgrace. He had told me I was not good enough- not worthy enough- to be his son. My heart ached so badly, I just ran. You followed me while I was racing down the halls. I don't even remember where I wanted to go, I just wanted to leave. But eventually, I just collapsed in a pile...crying. And you came to me, and held me, and told me that everything was going to be all right.
Boromir, where are you now? If only I had been fit enough to go away instead of you. Perhaps if I had been good enough, you would still be here now. I would have risked everything for you. You were my hero, and I will never forget you. I wish you could be here for me now as you once were. I wish that we were young again, in that hall. And that you could sit beside me and tell me that everything will be ok....
But, you are not here. And I need to realize you never will be.
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The tears he had tried so hard to hold back fell gently on his cheek. Faramir rubbed his temples, wanting to clear his thoughts, and trying not to let the sobs that reached to his throat escape. He gave once last glance at the night sky before he quickly wiped away his tears and turned to go inside.
Faramir came outside onto his balcony and, leaning on the edge, looked up at the bright stars shining overhead. The tears that came so close to falling were filled with so much emotion that it was hard to bear. And soon he began to think about his brother...
* * * * * * *
I remember so many things about you, my brother. Your courage, pride, dignity... I remember the first time father told me I was a disgrace. He had told me I was not good enough- not worthy enough- to be his son. My heart ached so badly, I just ran. You followed me while I was racing down the halls. I don't even remember where I wanted to go, I just wanted to leave. But eventually, I just collapsed in a pile...crying. And you came to me, and held me, and told me that everything was going to be all right.
Boromir, where are you now? If only I had been fit enough to go away instead of you. Perhaps if I had been good enough, you would still be here now. I would have risked everything for you. You were my hero, and I will never forget you. I wish you could be here for me now as you once were. I wish that we were young again, in that hall. And that you could sit beside me and tell me that everything will be ok....
But, you are not here. And I need to realize you never will be.
* * * * * * *
The tears he had tried so hard to hold back fell gently on his cheek. Faramir rubbed his temples, wanting to clear his thoughts, and trying not to let the sobs that reached to his throat escape. He gave once last glance at the night sky before he quickly wiped away his tears and turned to go inside.