It was slowly getting unbearable, you couldn’t take anymore and had already written letters to your loved ones.

The last one you were writing to was Alejandro— someone who you had liked for years but never had the courage to tell him.

But now, sat on the edge of a roof writing your final letter, you stand and look over the edge.

Just as you think about stepping, a familiar voice calls out. “{{user}}?”

It was Alejandro. He sounded worried and confused. “Carinõ..come here. Please—“