Sheepeater Cliff i say that love is fictional

@Valencia

He stumbled drunkenly by the edge of the cliff; pebbles fled his footsteps and took their fall to the earth far below. He was high again- was anyone surprised? His breath came smooth and slow, eyes half-lidded, visions of Deidra his one and only floating in his mind. Fuck. She wasn't his. Despite the calming effect of the poppy seeds, frustration rose in him like a dark stormcloud and he purposefully kicked at a stone, sending it flying off the cliff with a slight echo that rung through the air.