Throbbing headaches starting with his eyes scrolled down to the back of his neck. His ears couldn’t seem to stop hearing a constant buzz, probably provoked by her words. Fiery rays of sunrise fell on him as he stood on the ledge of the mountain. He needed to clear his head and hoped the fresh morning breeze would find him dreaming; the trust that would fall into hate only a nightmare.
The Bag Lady 
Excellent take, C!
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