He stared at the doorway, where he had envisioned his wife seconds ago. 

That's what would have happened if she had survived, He thought. 

Yet, here he stands alone on the ledge. 

His grip on the ice cream cone began to tighten, the crumpling sound of the waffle cone cracking from his strong grasp. The snow colored scoop began to melt, as it splattered over the building, into the dark streets below. However, balancing gently on the brim on his fingers, was the melted, dripping remains of the chocolate ice cream. 

The coldness bit at his fingers, but all he felt was the pain that overwhelmed his heart. Why was it, that the vanilla, so pure and beautiful, be the one that will be consumed by the darkness down below, whereas the chocolate remain up here in the light. The chocolate, so stained, still had the sunset to shine upon it. 

It wasn't fair. Life isn't fair. 

They were meant to be together forever. He promised her that.

And it was that moment, that he decided. 

Using the last of his strength, he slowly closed his fist, watching as the ice cream seeped through his fingers and trickled down onto the streets below. As the last drop of chocolate ice cream left his hand, he smiled sadly.

Don't worry April. I'm coming.

Thus, on a windy day in April, he jumped.