Over the Edge
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A/N: I saw this movie for the first time about a month ago and immediately fell in love with it. It's so poignant and realistic. This is a very short one shot and hopefully not my first and last 'Keith' fic. So, please read and review!
Enjoy!
The crunching of gravel under the tires grows louder as the truck steadily sputters ever closer to the ledge. The wind kicks up and I know, even though my eyes are closed, that the edge—that intangible break between reality and fantasy—is right there…
But I can't bring myself to feel anything but numb. Numb that the last few months had contained some of the most hectic and terrifying moments of my life, yet had made me happier than anything else in the world. Numb that the one person who disrupted my strict routine and brought me out of my own downward spiral by bringing me into his, however unwittingly, was gone.
Gone forever. Not a trace left. We had had our Goodbye Scene, but, to me, it hadn't really been goodbye. I knew that if he was gone, I would go too. No matter how mad at him I was I always got into that stupid yellow truck of his.
The truck that is pressing against my back at this very moment. I wince in a kind of ironic way as the waxing poetic nature of this moment hits me. How very Romeo and Juliet this ending scene will be. How very tragically cliché. My eyes snap open as something inside me tells my heart that this is it. This is the moment.
Do I jump into Keith's seat and slam on the brake? Do I stay where I am and relish the weightlessness and peace the next moment is sure to bring? Or do I wait for Keith to suddenly appear, stop the car, and tell me I'm crazy for doing this without him?
I want so badly for the third option to be reality that it physically hurts me. And that's what makes me decide. I had never felt anything as strongly as when Keith was with me—provoking me or enthralling me…Keith was my rock. The only one who could spiral out of control with me, yet make me feel completely sane.
'So, you see, Keith? It's your fault that I'm doing this. You're not around to tell me that this is a bad idea.'
And, suddenly, I'm in the driver's seat, my foot pressed to the brake and tears flowing freely down my cheeks. Sobs tear through me with such ferocity that I fear I will never stop crying.
"Because…" I choke, swollen eyes turned skyward. "If I was sane, I would have gone over the edge with you."