PoV Gregor
It was late at night when I left the note next to her bed. She was sleeping peacefully, curled around my dad's pillow. I walked back to my room and sat on my bed, waiting until I could see the sun peak over the horizon. I then got up and changed into my nicest suit. I heard the soft pitter patter of little feet as Boots walked to the bathroom.
"Gregor?" she asked. "Why you in a suit?"
"Because I'm going to meet someone very important," I said.
She nodded, and walked away, content with my answer. I sighed a little, and made my way to the kitchen. I reached up into the drinks shelf, bringing down a bottle of gin. I heard Boots go to her room again, and I walked to the bathroom. I opened the mirror cabinet and took out my mom's stomach pills. I walked with a spring in my step to the front door and up to the twentieth floor, where I turned to the roof.
I sat with my legs dangling off the edge, the bottom of the bottle of gin taunting me. I looked down at the asphalt, which never looked softer. I polished off the bottle of pills, and the gin. A stomach full of pills didn't work before, but maybe this time it would. I didn't think so.
I bet that my mom's found my note by now, and she's called the cops. I could hear them in the distance. It's now or never, I though.
If I survive this, mom, I'll see you tomorrow.
I always wanted to fly.
I guess falling is the closest feeling.