Her:
Tonight, baby, I got in the driver's seat of my car.

Him:
Honey, I knew I said that I wouldn't, but here I am at the closest bar.

Her:
I bet you don't even miss my smile.

Him:
I'd give anything to make her happy again, I haven't in a while.

Her:
He's probably drinking again, getting wasted away.

Him:
Without her, this bitter whiskey is the best part of my miserable day.

Her:
There's no use in being careful anymore.

Him:
I should've never hit that door, now I'm stuck with "what if"

Her:
I wonder if there's a reason I shouldn't drive off of this cliff...

Him:
Now I'm outside stumbling, thinking about flying off of this bridge.


(as the man got closer to the edge of his death, some headlights caught his attention, until they turned and plummeted over the cliff on the other side of the bridge. it was a car all too familiar. and in it, was his only reason to live. with the knowing of what just happened, the man drops his stolen glass of whiskey, closes his eyes, and learns that he really can't fly)