Drabble 72: Pretty Face
"This wasn't for you. This wasn't FOR anyone. It's simply a remake of a classic. We held hands, we shared laughs, we shared beds. She told her that we were lovers. Were we? But this wasn't for you, really. What's the cat to do when the mouse is begging?"
Chase holds the note. He had been begging to not be fired. Nobody listened. Now, he stood on the roof of the hospital ready to jump. Dad dead. Mom dead. He's dead.
Who's the note from?
'Does it really matter?' Chase asks as he jumps.
The ground never met his body.
Fin.
