One day you’re driving down the freeway, your face lit up by yellow sodium lamps, music blaring through the radio, and you’re singing, and the guy next to you is singing, and he turns to look at you, just for a second, a moment, that final smile lasting forever in your mind afterwards—
And then you’re upside down, and there are screams and moans, a shattered windshield, spinning wheels, the glug-glug-glug of falling gas, and the man you love is next you.
And he’s not moving.