A man sat in a wicker chair on his balcony, drowning out the city noise below with bittersweet memories and a glass of scotch. After a final gulp, he shattered his glass against the wall, climbed up the ledge of his balcony, and prepared to jump. Before taking what would be his final step, he heard scratching against his screen, followed by a tiny meow.
Behind the door was Macaroni; the maine coon kitten he had received from his granddaughter. She had also given him a card decorated with unicorns that read papa, please don’t be so sad. I love you. Tears well up in his eyes as he thought about his family and looked at the kitten, pawing the screen for his attention.
He stepped down and adjusted the collar of his jacket. Today wasn’t the day.