The manor loomed over the icy river, laden with rocks. Ivy climbed up the discoloured bricks, watching at his window. His hands fumbled for his sleek phone,"Nick? Darling, I won't be here tomorrow." He quickly hung up. Slowly, he opened the window, glancing at his work suit which was strewn on his bed, then looking at his own ragged jeans and blue button down. His bare feet gripped the edge of the windowsill, before he leaped. He gave himself to the air, and the water. What would his darling Nick think? Would anyone care? Would anyone miss him? No. His body hit the rocks, his suffering ending, though the water lapped at his shirt, revealing scars. The window closed.
