Her heart beat calmly against her chest. Her seatbelt sagged against her chest. Her head was laid gently on the window. Everything was peaceful, the radio was playing slowly. Miroku was driving slightly above the speed limit, but it didn't worry her. They had just been to a party, and they were both excited. She had so much fun dancing with him and meeting the hot seniors...
"Miroku, let me take you guys home. I think you had too much to drink."
They passed the other cars on the road, the night lights glaring across the pitch-black street, hurting her eyes. Miroku's eyes were slightly glazed over. He was tired, and intoxicated with alcohol, little to the knowledge of the one next to him. He could make it home. They would be fine.
"You drank too much. If you take her home, you'll be putting her life and yours at risk."
He was confident in himself, and in his ability to drive. Sango seemed at peace as well, so he knew everything was fine.
"I know you don't want to admit that you broke your promise not to drink, but if you get into your car, you're both going to get hurt."
The warning was pointless. He and Sango were good people, nothing bad would happen to him. It was odd, though, his eyes had become heavy and everything was slightly blurred...
"Trust me, Miroku. It's too risky for you to drive her home. I can take you."
Sango turned to her boyfriend. He didn't look so good; his eyes were dropping, and he seemed to be losing it. She wanted to ask him to pull over, she was afraid...
"Ready to go home, Miroku?" He looked at her and everyone around them. She was so beautiful, with her fair white skin, full red lips, and body that could make any man swoon. There were older people around them, the type of people that you make impressions on. He wouldn't embarrass her by letting someone else take them home. He wouldn't embarrass himself by admitting he'd broken his promise to her. Everything would work out, and nobody would ever know.
The car crashed to its side, grating across the crystals in the street, unable to slow. Sango was screaming beside him, a sound so horrible, he felt he would die of guilt. They crashed past street signs, the glass of the windows breaking, shards flying everywhere. He turned forward and saw the large oak. He slammed on the breaks, but nothing happened. With a loud bang, they had finally stopped. Everything was black.