Notably old and rough bark scrape his hands
As scales the tree and pulls himself up onto one of the steadier branches only to be met with
The vicious sun blinding his eyes and
Unmasking the twists and turns the thin branches take and the leafs that surround Evan waving back at him, providing a nice distraction from what he
Really should be asking himself as
Evan plummets to the deathbed woven out of soft grass and prickly thorns below: Did he fall? Or did he let go.