A GOOD DREAM

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This was actually an interlude to a modern day story I am writing called Triumvirate. In response to a friend who was in some serious Boromir het/smut craving I wrote this story and modified it would more be accessible as a standalone fic. J

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If this was a dream then it was a good dream and she did not want to awake.

Since that night, she had visited this dream many times and could not deny that this was so much sweeter than the reality. Sometimes, it played as it had happened, with her standing on one of the balconies in the White Tower, overlooking Minas Tirith, admiring the tall spires and the domed buildings that made up the sprawling heart of Gondor. She would admire the beauty of the city while above her; the full moon stared indifferently through a scattering of clouds in the iridescent sky.

Her name was Tárion, though she was called Tari by those who knew her and she was a lady of Anorien whose father was a vassal of Denethor, the Steward of Gondor. In the dream, she had come willingly to Minas Tirith, although in reality, she had been ordered by her father to accompany him on his trip. She knew what he was about when he had made the invitation or rather the demand and it was an issue that had caused her growing concern of late. Unfortunately, as his oldest daughter, she had little choice but to comply no matter how unpalatable it may seem to her. He intended to find her a husband among his fellow vassals and while she found the whole matter distasteful, Tari knew that ultimately she would obey because it was a daughter’s duty to wed for the benefit of her father’s house.

Glancing briefly into the room beyond the balcony, Tari was grateful that the other guests at the feast she and her father had been invited to had forgotten her. The formal part of the evening had apparently lapsed because guests were now moving freely about, mingling with each other and fortunately, giving little thought to the maiden from Anorien who had hardly spoken a word during the celebration. This was her father’s way of displaying her to the nobility of Gondor, to see which one would pay the bride price he desired. He had made her wear this sweeping gown of russet that supposedly brought out the best of her auburn colored hair. He would have done better if he had taken her to the market place and sold her like a breeding mare.

She turned away after awhile, grateful that the drink had made him forget her too because she wanted to be forgotten, just for one night.

"Do you tire of the noise as well?" She heard a masculine voice behind her and she turned around startled.

She knew who he was of course even before tonight, by name alone. He was Boromir of Gondor, Denethor’s oldest son. She had hardly noticed him during the feast, which Tari now remembered was in his honor. She had been so miserable by the prospect of marriage that she had endured the entire thing in something of a daze, noticing no one. However, now that he was standing before her, Tari had opportunity to observe him better and he was difficult to ignore.

He was a good decade older than Tari but he was a handsome man to say the least with his dark blond hair and intensely blue eyes. Still, he could never be called beautiful because he was inordinately masculine, so much so that he would melt the heart of any woman he met. And yet despite this, Tari could tell see that this man's eyes were weary. She had a sense that he had spent a lifetime waging one battle after another and it was starting to take its toll upon him. As Denethor’s son, it could be no other way for Boromir and Tari felt some empathy towards him because she understood all too well the burden of responsibility.

Boromir appeared as crushed by it as she.

"I do not like crowds," she remarked unable to think up a lie that would sound convincing and decided the truth was always best when in doubt.

"I do not blame you," he said with a little smile before releasing a faint sigh, "I would have preferred to leave Minas Tirith without this fanfare. My father makes too much of this journey of mine to consult with the elves."

"You're going to see the elves?" Tari asked, wishing she could embark on such a quest just once in her life.

"Yes," he nodded. "I have questions only they can answer and I pray it is to the benefit of Gondor because the Nameless One grows bolder each day. He has already assailed the Osgiliath, it will only be a matter of time before he turns his eyes towards the White City."

"You mean Sauron," Tari stated.

"I would not think a lady of your breeding would know of such things," he stared at her with mild surprise.

"You cannot overcome your fear if you don't have a name for it," she remarked, noting his raised brow at the statement, "even in Anorien, we know of the Nameless One."

"That is a good point my lady," he replied with a hint of admiration in his eyes and appeared to be paying more attention to her now that she had sparked his interest. "I have never heard it put in quite that manner but there is wisdom in what you say."

"Thank you," she said graciously as he studied her with that penetrating gaze of his and felt its intensity all the way to her toes.

A moment of silence followed that was filled with awkwardness. She found herself becoming intrigued by him and that powerful gaze. She wondered whether he had dreams like she did, dreams away from the shackles of responsibility, tiny pearls they both nurtured in the mind, unspoken and secreted in the secret places of their heart. As they stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, Tari sensed that perhaps he did and suddenly the notion of being given to someone, did not seem so terrible if the feeling they shared was like this.

It was Boromir who broke the silence between them and what he said surprised her to no end though it was not unwelcome to her hearing.

"If my lady does not object," he said after a moment, "I would like to call on you when I pass through Anorien when my quest to see the elves is ended. I should like to see you again."

The question escaped him rather meekly and Tari suspected that despite the persona of the warrior hardened by years of battle, there was a part of him that yearned for more than just becoming Steward someday. She doubted that he had ever been in love or had been given the opportunity to do so because the weight of duty had made it a luxury he could not have until Gondor was safe.

"I would like that," she had answered him and in reality, that was all there ever was between them because he would never come back from Rivendell.

She would mourn him for the rest of her life, even though she would marry and have children and die an old woman with grandchildren around her. The man she pledged her life to would never know that her heart had been stolen long ago on a balcony in the White Tower. He would never know that in the depths of the night, when all was still, she would surface the pearl in her mind that had become her love for Boromir and weep silent tears for what they might have had.

She would weep and dream that she was with Boromir because in her dreams, their meeting was very different.

In her dreams, he was before her, Boromir of Gondor and though she knew their meeting had never happened this way, it still felt real enough and she wanted to share it with him as long as it lasted. The sands of his life were dwindling even though he knew nothing of it and all his hopes; all his dreams for Gondor would be another man’s accomplishments. She looked at him and saw a warrior who had given so much of himself to responsibility and wanted him to know one moment that was just his alone.

"Do you want me, my lord?" She asked plainly, amusing herself by the surprise in his eyes.

A moment ago he had looked at her in a way he suspected was the realization that she could mean more to him than he ever dreamed any woman could. He did want her but having her put it to him so starkly caught him a little off guard. He was a man accustomed to being in control of every situation and this one had rather taken him by surprise. This was no mere wench to be taken in some seedy inn; this was a lady of Anorien, a noblewoman. True, this was the first time he had met her but their connection was there nonetheless.

"Are you always so forward?" He would return her question with one of his own.

"Time is short these days," she gazed briefly into the horizon, towards Mordor. "The eye of Sauron rests on this city as you have said. In the face of death, one can do nothing but live. How we live is as important as how we die. This moment is all we might have, who knows what tomorrow may bring."

"You speak as if you are about to ride into battle," he replied, his eyes filled with growing admiration. He had never met a woman who spoke so sincerely or for that matter so sensibly about things.

"They say there is no difference between love and war," Tari met his gaze with a smile, "it is only the arena that changes."

"Once again," he took a step towards her, his eyes moving over form, his body responding to the possibility of having her, "you speak wisely about a great many things."

Her eyes met his and in a moment of perfect clarity, there was no confusion about their feelings for one another. It mattered little that on the other side of the wall, a celebration was being carried out in his honor. The only thing of any significance to him was the fact that she was here within reach and she had given him leave to continue. He was unaccustomed to succumbing to his need with a lady as highborn as Tari and so he was in the same uncharted territory as she. If he were asked to satiate his needs with a simple tavern wench, Boromir would have little difficulty in knowing how to proceed. However, since laying eyes upon Tari, Boromir knew that this was no woman to be had and forgotten when he rode away the next morning.

He slid his hand around her waist and pulled her to him roughly, pleasantly surprised when she did not object to the rough handling. She met his hungry gaze with one of similar need, the corner of her full lips crooking into a smile of encouragement as well as anticipation. He drew in a breath at the consent given and lowered his mouth to hers. However, he held back before he could feel its silkiness, remaining poised over her lips so he could tease her a little and see just how much of an adventurous spirit she had. The playful dance continued for a few seconds, heat rising beneath the skin with each moment of near contact. She was bending into him, her body arching enough to grind against him. The fabric between them created a delicious friction and finally Boromir could bear it no more and captured her mouth in a kiss of intense passion.

Her lips opened beneath him as he began exploring the caverns of her mouth, feeling himself grow hard when her hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer to her. Her soft body molded perfectly to his own as he plundered her, his tongue dueling lustily with her own. For her seemingly delicate disposition, she matched him with each thrust and parry of this sensuous combat, until a kiss had so much power over him he could barely breathe. He was not inexperienced and had shared the favors of numerous women in his time but she was fairly driving him mad with desire and he wanted nothing but to take her right this moment.

Lust began to consume him and he drove her back into the wall, oblivious to the fact that within earshot, a celebration was taking place where he was the guest of honor. He was damned if he was going to endure any such occasion when he was in throes of what promised to be the most passionate night of his life. Once he had her trapped between the wall and his body, he allowed his hands to find the shape of her breast and began kneading. A small sound escaped her but he knew it was not pain. The soft, round flesh beneath his fingers made him growl under his breath. He had not remembered it being so good to touch a woman in this way and yearned to feel her bare flesh. Her legs parted slightly, allowing him to push against her until he was certain she knew the full extent of his arousal.

His other hand delved beneath the folds of her dress, searching through the layers of fabric until his fingertips were pleasured with the smooth feel of a firm thigh. The silky softness of it made him groan into her mouth as his hand ran up and down its length, finally hooking it over his hip. His hardness pressed against her moist center and the despite the barrier of clothing, both shuddered at the contact. She was running her fingers through his hair, muttering his name, as he tasted her lips, her neck and nibbled softly at her ear until her body was so aflame with desire, she hardly cared if anyone found them here like this.

Boromir tugged at the sleeve of her dress, pulling it over a creamy shoulder. His mouth slid down the curve of her neck, wanting to savor every inch of the journey across her skin. The delicate material exposed her arm and freed one plump breast to his hungry gaze. He watched in fascination as the rose bud tip crinkled against the cold air before a gleam of mischief prompted him to capture it in his mouth.

"Oh, my lord," she gasped as he suckled gently at the flesh, his tongue caressing the erect tip with ruthless abandon. He tortured her expertly as he swirled his tongue around her aroused flesh and felt her melting in his arms. Her soft moans had become short gasps of pleasure and hearing them made him so hard that it was all he could do to keep from tearing her clothes from her body and burying himself deep within her warm depths.

Tari could hardly breathe as she felt his mouth torture her with unbelievable pleasure. The rough friction of his beard against the sensitive skin of her breast, not to mention his delightful skillful tongue was driving all thoughts of propriety from her mind. Indeed the idea that they were doing something so forbidden was making her slick with need and she could care less if they were to be found rutting like animals, just long as his wonderful mouth did not stop what it was doing.

Suddenly he pulled away, raising his head so that he could meet her gaze once more. Tari felt her stomach contract in protest at the end to that sweet, suckling pleasure but the dark shade of his green eyes told her that he was far from done with her yet.

"I think we should retire from this place," he said huskily, his voice so low that it made her hair stand on end and sent a fresh surge of wanton lust through her. "I want to be inside you, my lady, but not like this, not here. You deserve better than to be taken like some wench in the dark. I want you in my bed. Will you do me the honor?"

"As if you need to ask," she said abruptly and kissed him hard to confirm her answer.

His lips crooked into a wry smile, one that was filled with warm affection rather than hungry lust. For an instant, their encounter became more than just a meeting of flesh but rather, the promise of something that would last beyond the night, that could hold them in its grip forever. She smiled at him as she adjusted her dress to a more acceptable state of modesty before Boromir took her hand and led her off the balcony. Taking the side exit, he led Tari away from the other guests, down the darkened corridors of the White Tower to his suite of room. For a moment, Tari thought they were like two naughty children running away to indulge in some mischief.

Their arrival at his private chambers went unnoticed. Tari doubted anyone would begrudge the Captain of Gondor if he chose to indulge himself in the company of a lady the night before his departure, particularly when the journey was long and fraught with peril. She stepped into the room, allowing him to close the door behind her as she studied the dimly lit room. Soft light from candles greeted her eyes as she entered his inner sanctum and a sliver of curiosity crossed her mind at this insight into his private self.

She was so busy observing the weapons and books that made up its contents that he rather caught her by surprise when he snaked an arm around her waist and lowered his lips to her neck from behind. She bent back into his soft, sensuous mouth and felt his hands gliding slowly up her sides before cupping both breasts in his hands and began caressing them softly. Tari closed her eyes as she felt him tease her body with his expert touch, delighting in the sensations coursing through her body. It felt like an eternity before he gently eased the dress from her body. The silken fabric slid of her shoulders and fell around her legs as if she had stepped into a pool of satin. Tari heard Boromir’s breath catch as he stared at her nakedness and smiled at his reaction.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered softly as she turned around to face him. Tari saw Boromir’s eyes raking over her form with lust and affection. She smiled at him and felt that it was time to torture him for awhile. Taking a step closer, she began to disrobe him, noting his quickening breath when her hands made contact with his skin. As she pulled his tunic from his body, she planted soft kisses against his chest and felt him tremble at the pleasure of it.

Tari smiled at the sight of Boromir at her mercy and decided she would like to torture him further. A streak of the devil ran through her and she maintained her kisses in a downward descent, relishing the sight of his jaw slackening with anticipation as she neared his erect manhood. She could see it pressing against the fabric of his breeches and knew that he was extremely aroused by the mere promise of what she would do to him when she reached her destination. He began caressing her hair gently, in slow, languid strokes.

"You do not have to, my lady," he said attempting to be chivalrous because as much as he wanted her to do what she intended, she was still a lady and deserved to be treated as such.

"I know," she said coyly before laying her palm upon the hard erect flesh and drawing from him a sharp intake of breath when she began to caress it. "I want to," she answered though Tari was certain that he knew nothing except the feel of her hand torturing his cock. Another satisfied feeling ran through her as she lowered her lips to him.

Oh Gondor, Boromir thought as he felt her lips drawn him into her mouth.

The warmth heat surrounding his manhood forced a groan of absolute ecstasy from his lips even before he knew he had opened his mouth to utter it. Instinctively, he thrust his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in her throat and thanking all the gods in the world when she accepted him without gagging. There was a slight pause as she contended with his length but then she began to suckle him mercilessly and he could no longer think anything at all.

"So good," he muttered softly, unaware he was speaking the words as she bobbed vigorously up and down his length, her lips contracting so tightly around his flesh that he could feel her lips on every inch of his cock. His fingers entwined in her glorious red hair until they had fallen into a rhythm which confused who was taking charge and who was being pleasured. He heard her utter soft sounds of enjoyment as she treated him to this most sensuous of oral pleasures and felt his head swim as his control begin to slip.

Forcing himself to open his eyes, Boromir was treated to the erotic feast of her lips sliding up and down his manhood as she held him by the root. Her tongue would lave the underside of his shaft and culminate her oral torture with powerful suction around the tip, He watched her lips glide over his thick shaft, culminating on the swollen glans and nearly died at the sight of her tongue probing into the slit. Her hand caressed his swollen balls while the other held his hip still, ensuring that he could do nothing but endure her mouth and the sensations she was bombarding him with.

Very soon, he was thrusting so powerfully into her mouth that he was damn near to losing control entirely. For a man who thrived on being in complete command of himself and his situation, Boromir knew that he could not let this happen. As much as he wanted her to finish him and by Elbereth, he wanted it terribly, he wanted this experience to be wonderful for both of them, not just him. This woman had touched more than his body by her sudden appearance in his life, she had awakened a hidden need to be loved by someone who would be there when the warrior’s day was done and only the man remained.

Thus with the same strength of will that had earned him the title of Captain of Gondor, Boromir reached for Tari and gently pulled her upright. The loss of those wonderful lips against his hard member almost brought a sob of disappointment to his lips but he refused to mar the intimacy of their coupling with such selfishness. Boromir genuinely cared about her as more than just his sexual partner of the moment, she was someone he could come back to.

"Would you share my bed, my lady?" he asked breathlessly, his control barely contained after what she had done to arouse him.

"I would share everything with you, my lord," she teased.

He kissed her gently on the mouth following the gift of her redundant consent, his hands resting on her hips as he guided her to his bed, his lips teasing her with each step. They were both naked and in their retreat to his bed, their bodies rubbed against each other in sensuous friction. Each brush of flesh against flesh was stoking the fire at the core of them into an inferno neither could withstand. By the time they reached the bed, Tari was so ready for him she could hardly believe it. She could feel her insides aching with warmth and moisture, the dampness between her legs corresponding with the hard ridge of flesh pressing against her belly.

They met each other’s gaze with dark eyes as they reached the bed. Boromir lowered her against the cool sheets, once again his mouth guiding her there. When she finally lay on top of the bedding, his body moved to cover hers. Tari’s own breathing had quickened as she caressed the strong muscles of his chest, her palms running along his broad shoulders, as he lay poised over her. He kissed her palm gently when it was within reach and brandished a smile so devastating that it pierced her heart like a knife. Once again, he lowered his head to her breasts and began to lavish his delightful skillful tongue.

Tari’s head began to spin as she felt him suckle her nipple past his teeth, swirled his tongue around the erect nub. The sensations were next to exquisite and she began moaning softly, as her legs parted in order to allow him a more comfortable position between them. One of his hands snaked past her stomach until his fingers glided over the hair of her mound, poised and ready to touch her in that most secret of places. She arched her back languidly as she felt him beginning to probe her insides gently. His hands were callused from years of handling a sword but his skill in pleasuring her was no less as his fingers explored her moist depths

His exploration became manipulation and soon Tari was moaning so loudly, she was certain the entire host of the White Tower was aware of what they were doing inside this room. Even if they did know, she could hardly care because what he was doing to her was beyond belief. He teased and taunted her sensitive folds until she had no sense of anything but the delicate strokes of his fingertips. However, if she thought Boromir was done torturing her with pleasure, then she was about to be wonderfully mistaken.

Boromir slid smoothly between her legs so he could really taste her. Her intoxicating scent was heavy in the air and he would be terribly remiss if he did not indulge himself but a little. When his mouth made contact with her sensitive folds, Tari let out a cry of pure pleasure and dug her nails into the sheets beneath them.

His tongue teased her erect center while his beard caressed her outer folds, causing her to lose all sense of herself and become slave to his sensuous ministrations. She felt his tongue pushing its way into the deepest crevices of her body, invading and yet exploring at the same time. Her legs had wrapped themselves around his back now and her red hair was a mane tossed from side to side as her body transformed into nothing but pleasured nerve endings.

"Boromir," she cried out, "I can’t bear it! Please, please come inside me."

Hearing her desperate plea almost shattered what control he had managed to maintain. He stopped what he was doing before he became lost to every thing but the plea she had made to take her was more than he could withstand. In all his life he had never wanted to be with anyone the way he wanted to be with her. Pleasure was swirling around them both, consuming them with its heat until their joining became much more than the union of flesh but rather of soul. He slid up her body, his manhood hard and aching for her, almost as much as her moist depths needed to feel him inside. This was their moment and as much as he wanted to savor it, to make it special, for now a hard, brutal coupling was what they needed.

Tenderness could wait.

Boromir responded to her desperate demand by forcing her arms above her head and pinning both of her wrists with one of his hands. The action brought her breasts within easy reach of his mouth and he enclosed one pert nipple with his lips and began to nibble. Tari moaned at his touch, bucking against the restraint of his hands but also feeling her pleasure escalate at this feeling of being helpless to his ministrations. She felt the tip of his cock probing the folds of her sex and quickly spread her legs wider, inviting into the depths of moist channel.

Boromir’s breath caught when he felt his manhood clenched within an incredible sheathe of tight, warm flesh. He released her hands and clenched the sheets as he tried to restrain himself. He had to close his eyes or else he would have climaxed immediately and for a precious few seconds, he could do nothing but revel in the incredible pleasure of her body. He was gasping to accustom himself to the contraction of muscles around his cock when realized that he had not even begun to move yet. She would kill him with pleasure before the night was out.

Tari spread her legs wider, completely unaware that she had done so because all she could feel was him filling her as none had ever done before, caring for nothing except how deep inside he wanted to go. She whimpered, allowing the sinful sensations moving through her body to awaken every nerve inside of her, until all she could think of was this wanton need to have him pound into her until she screamed.

Boromir wanted to take her slowly, to allow her to become accustomed to him being inside of her. He was by no means a thoughtless lover and for all her spirit, she was still very much a lady and deserved being treated as such. However, when he felt her nails dig into his rear, pulling him deeper into her body until he was buried to the hilt, his restraint snapped completely and utterly. Uttering a low growl, he slammed into her hard and felt her arc beneath him from either pleasure or pain. It was difficult to say. However, he had his answer when she pulled him harder against her, giving him leave to pound her into submission if need be.

Boromir found himself closing his eyes and gritting his teeth to brace himself as he felt shock waves of pleasure reverberate throughout his body the further he slid into her tight depths. Warm suction coaxed him in with promises of agonizing sensation when both her legs wrapped around his waist. His hand were fisted in the sheets to keep himself from crying out. However, the sheer intensity of sensation strangling his hardened cock was beyond belief as her nails raking across his flesh in reaction. The pain of it engendered an equally beatific pleasure in every inch of the journey to her sweet center.

"My lady," he managed to speak, somehow. "You have undone me," his voice escaped him a hoarse whisper.

She could not answer because each stroke tore the sense from Tari’s world, forced the breath from her body, until her entire soul was becoming suffused with one thought and one thought only -- what he was doing to her. Tari closed her eyes and in the rainbow of color she saw before her, heard distantly her own voice crying for him not to stop. She could not remember when it had ever been so good, when her entire soul was driven to this state of pure animal lust, where the thoughts of her every day existence had given away so completely for this man and her willingness to do anything for him.

If Tari was completely lost, then Boromir was no better. He began riding her hard; penetrating her with such relentless rhythm that very soon he could not think at all. He could hardly believe he had found this unexpected jewel and grieved that tomorrow he would be forced to leave her. However, Boromir knew he would leave with his heart utterly in her keeping. He had not felt this pleasured or happy for such a long time and he was going to revel in it for as long as it lasted. The taut muscles of his body were covered in a fine sheen of sweat but he barely noticed. His awareness was centered on Tari’s nubile flesh stroking him in readiness of one of the most intense releases he would ever know.

A pressure of sensation began to fill his cock, coursing blood through his veins and drowning out all other awareness except the swell of extreme pleasure that becoming so intense that nothing else seemed to matter. Pleasure. Sensation. Ecstasy. It crowded in on him like a loud noise, until his body was so gripped in its thrall he knew nothing else. The only thing he could do with any semblance of consciousness was to continue his brutal strokes even harder. His fingers dug into her shapely hips as he impaled her with relentless rhythm until her head was thrown back and she was crying out his name like an animal howling at the moon.

Tari was gripped with a potent mixture of unbelievable lust and deep abiding love for this man, who had worshipped her body and pleasured her like none had ever done before. Her body tensed and her back arched as she felt her climax finally overcoming her. She knew she was wantonly calling out his name in complete abandon, pleading at him to go faster and harder. Boromir was happy to oblige and continued his penetrating thrusts until she was pushed over the brink in all its entirely.

"Boromir!" She cried when the back of stamina finally shattered and her entire being plummeted from the lofty heights he had lifted her. Her nails raked across his back as she felt it sweeping over her, shrinking her world into the singularity of sweet release. Her insides contracted around him as she tumbled over the edge to completion, a final gift to his masterful assault upon her senses. Boromir felt the breathe driven from his body as her climax strangled his cock with the perfect sensation of clenching muscles until he too was spiraling towards his own release.

"Sweet Elbereth!" Boromir groaned when he felt his seed spurt into her body. This release had stripped him bare and he was completely lost to the rapture of it. His warmth surged deep into her crevices leaving him completely drained in body and spirit. However, he continued thrusting because his mind was not ready to let go of this incredible experience he had shared with her. When he finally was still, Boromir collapsed on top of Tari, feeling his sweat mingling with her own as they both lay on his bed, panting with exhaustion and completely spent.

He rolled off her body and lay next her, marveling at the encounter, marveling that he had found her. Boromir leaned towards Tari until they were spooned together, relishing the scent of their lovemaking in the air and the heavenly aroma of her hair in his lungs; He did not want to know another day when she was not in his bed like this.

"I leave for Rivendell tomorrow," he said stroking his lips against the softness of her hair. "I think I will be gone for many months, will you wait for me?"

Tari did not turn around to face him, if she did, he would have seen the tears in her eyes. This moment was all they had; it was all they would ever have. He was not coming back from Rivendell. His destiny lay in Parth Galen where the tale of the great Captain of Gondor would forever be connected to the place where he had fallen. However, he knew none of this and to him, tomorrow was filled with hope while for her, it would always be filled with regret.

"Yes," she said softly, "I will wait for you."

If this was a dream, then it was a good dream and who was she to mar it with the truth?

THE END

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