I don't know if I'm going to show anybody this. If I did, if you can see this right now, thank you for your time. Here's the ending I wrote:

There's a hill kind of by my house that reminds me of Scotland. During the day it's a mound of dead grass and scree, but at nighttime if you squint you can pretend the grass is green and just beyond the hill there are sheep or horses or whatever they have in Scotland. Sometime in mid-June, I went to that hill and listened to All Eyes On Me. I think it's the most beautiful song I've ever heard. next