Softly spoken suggestions, to go, rest, return later. I can’t.
Watched the struggle of a beloved’s chest, erratic rise and fall. Be strong. You are my strength.
Recalled last words: "Never fear, I return soon."
Never fear? Only you could “never” my fears.
Banish them without you? No.
Balm spread on wounds, cooling cloths for fever. What more?
Another ragged breath, head stirs restlessly. Pain. I can’t bear this.
Eyes open, look listlessly into mine. Boromir, it’s me.
The smallest smile. He remembers.
Gazed affection carries me, bound to him.
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