Author's Notes: Hmm... I know this one was for Creative writing but I can't actually remember what the theme was. Well, anywho, it sucks.

*ahem* This story is mine. Yes? Yes.

OverPass

Aaron stared at the girl before him. The girl he had dated for four months. He had fucking kissed her, FUCKED her for shit’s sake! He had whispered sweet nothings in her ear and made her French toast in the morning. And now she... he could.. he could hardly believe...

She was going to kill him.

Standing on the edge of a broken overpass, the sky lit with blinding UV rays. Dressed in her best suit, the dark grey material hugging her curves. Dressed in his black suit –the one he had bought because she liked the color- with a map clenched in his hand.

Aaron wondered how such a simple trip could become something so... convoluted. Their first road trip as a couple and to his home town no less! He had been looking forward to showing her all the places he had played as a kid, his old house, the field and the school... but she had insisted they take a detour onto an overpass. He had hesitated, unsure, especially considering it was under construction but he couldn’t refuse her. So he drove. And got out of the vehicle. And stood in shock when she delivered her declaration.

Looking back he supposed it had been obvious. She had never whispered sweet nothings in his ear, never even expressed affection. Her eyes had never lit whenever he walked into the room. His declaration of love was never, had never been returned.

He had always thought her insistence she was insane had been a joke. Every single time she had said it he had laughed, certain of the response...

“Why in the world do the cans have to be stacked that way? What if I wanted tomato soup and it was on the bottom? I’d have to collapse the whole thing just for one can.”

She paused, can in hand half poised on the top of the spacious pyramid. “Because... I’m insane.”

He laughed and kissed her forehead. She turned her dark, emotionless eyes to his. Her expression the same one it had always been since he knew her. “Sure you are, sweetie.”

She stared at him for a few moments, face unreadable before placing the last can to complete the pyramid.

She cocked her head, light blond hair slipping over one shoulder.

“You know perfectly well what I mean! Why?! Why the hell are you doing this? To... to me? To us?”

A finger darkened with ink was raised to pink lips. “You know nothing if you still think that.”

Aaron’s hands clenched, the map in his hand crinkling at the abuse. “What kind of fucking answer is that?!”

“It is not. And that is the point.”

He could hardly believe he had once thought her quietness, her crypticness, her emotionless... cute! He had thought it cute!

Aaron glared. “I’m breaking up with you.”

She blinked.

“I don’t love you anymore... I’m not even certain I ever loved you. The trip is off. Keep the godamned vehicle.” He tossed the keys. She didn’t move and they landed in a heap on the pavement.

“Is... is that what you think this is about?”

“Well what else could it be about?!”

She began twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “Just... death.”

“I don’t think you can. Killing is beyond you. Besides, I am an integral part of your life... or I have been for four months. You can’t kill something like that easily.” Aaron turned, sneakers a few inches from the edge of the crumbling overpass. “Go. Leave. You have the car so go.”

He glared at the empty road below him, the sound of construction a faint, almost ethereal pounding in the distance. The sun glinted off the metal railings, insinuating a headache into his temples. He heard her move, shoes crunching on pavement. There was a lyrical chinking as she picked up the keys. More footsteps.

A voice hissed in his ear, almost lost under the distant rattle of machinery.

“So stupid.”

And he fell.

She stood a few inches from the crumbling edge, hands still raised in front of her. The wind caught a large paper map and flicked it into the air, the crinkled surface quickly dissipating any upward lift as it slowly drifted downwards. She glanced over the edge to make sure then turned and began walking towards the dark vehicle parked below.

“Oops.”