Confusion, frustration, and a desire to cause harm. It was a sickening mix of emotions.

"I don't mind the sun sometimes; the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes"

|| Set in the post-crash timeline. ||

|| Original artist for the image in the thumbnail: astrophelstower on Twitter ||