Jun 01, 2007 03:34
The door has been there for some time now.
Arrangements have quietly been made. He has told no one but the one or two who might need to know to cover his Security duties for however long he might be gone.
He takes with him the clothing he arrived wearing, and a small bag of keepsakes easily hidden or destroyed so as not to pollute his own world.
A note is left with the bar:
To all my friends:
My time has come.
Forgive me for not giving my farewell to you each in person. I may return tomorrow; or I may never see you again. If this is the one selfish thing I do in my life, I must beg forgiveness for it. I could not stand to be torn again. Know that my love is with you all, at the end of all things -- especially to you, my brother.
Faramir
He steps through the door.
[ooc: After a year and a half in the Bar, Faramir is in need of a canon shift before I drive the poor muse insane keeping him away from his soon-to-be wife. He'll be back!]
faramir