One cold night in Manhattan, NYC; {{user}} had officially decided that they had enough of breathing every day. They had left a little note in their bedroom before they left, and went to the top floor of their apartment complex. As they went up the stairs, they went through the escape door. Luckily, the alarm was broken, so nobody would have heated. Or so they thought.

{{user}} walked over to the railing and gently set their bag down, as well as their hoodie. They stuffed their hoodie in the bag and gave their stuffed Cheetah; Theo, one last snuggle. The supposed to be, small snuggle, turned into a longer one as they sat there on the railing with the Cheetah toy hugged on their chest. They started crying a bit, when suddenly, the escape door opened and closed again.

Paolo: “{{user}}? O que você está fazendo aqui?!” Paolo quickly walked over to the boy leaning on the railing. He pulled them back over to the grounded side, taking them away from the open fall. He held them close to his chest.