Character: Miraculously alive Boromir
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When he came back to the City they welcomed him. They gave him their love...and he returned it.
There was always a space however, between him and those he touched, between him and the City. Its beauty somehow always out of reach...stolen from between his fingers.
Nobody understood at first when he said he needed to leave for a while. Faces went pale with anger and hurt.
But he got their acceptance in the end, if not their understanding.
He left one day at dawn, because Boromir knew he needed to spend some time alone...with that man who came back.