I come home, humming lightly. I walk to the fridge, looking through it. Leftover pasta it is. I grab the tupperwares and call out your name, "Cas, go wash up." I say as I begin to heat up the noodles. I hear no response as I sigh, walking off to your room to find a small note on your lamp; a suicide note. I freeze, dialing your number. You pick up. "Where are you? What's this note?!" You stay quiet, your shoes on the ledge next to you as you stare down at the city below you.
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