With out You i would Die

He opened the door of the car with a click. I climbed inside. The leather seat squeaked beneath me. He walked around the car and got in with out a word. Key in the ignition with a small sound, he turned it, the engine started.
We pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. Long way back home on two lane road. Long time to talk.
I took a breath. Only thing to do is start.
I felt my hand wrap around the arm rest, squeezing it until my knuckles ached, almost with out my bidding. I was nervous. Hadn’t been nervous around him for years. Not since we had started dating and he was so new and unknown. Exciting. Where had that gone? I sighed, then saw him look at my from the corner of his eye.
He knew me well enough to know some thing was wrong.
Only thing to do is start.
“It’s been what- a year?” I asked, feeling a quiver in my stomach.
“two.” His eyes did not flicker from the road. Like he knew what was coming.
Just say it. Say it says it. Say it. How do you break some one heart? “Rob I think we should see other people.” It burst from my mouth. “Or take a break.” I added. I could see his hands tighten around the steering wheel, perfectly at ten and two. Always by the book.
He bit his lip.
“I don’t know.” I continued, suddenly unable to control my breathing or the endless flow of words that poured from my mouth. “I need space. I care about you, I really do, but I need time for me and alone. You’re always there…” shut up. Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up.
But that was worse. He didn’t say any thing, just kept watching the road. I could hear the rubber of the wheels in the slick black pavement, a thing rain starting to add a beat to the uncomfortable silence.
“Say some thing would you?” I burst.
“Oh what?” he finally answered. “No, no it’s ok! We can still be friends.” He spat the word at me with such anger I shank back in my seat. “Gosh (insert sear word here)! This is just like you- the minute you get board, you leave!” he threw a hand in the air in exasperation, still not looking away from the road. “I’m probably better off with out you.”
“Well maybe you are!” I yelled, “I mean it’s not like I’ve never don’t any thing for you!”
“Like what!?”
“The dog dieing, your parents, the thousands of gold fish you find new and creative ways to kill! You’re the guy; you’re supposed to be my shoulder when things go bad!”
“So what’s his name?” he said in a low, dangerous voice.
“There is no he! Why can’t you just accept that I don’t want you any more!? I’m done, ok!?”
I was looking at him, his face tight, eyes narrow, and saw from the corner of my eye we were coming to a cross street. Red lights and movement coming from out side the window to his left caught my attention, and suddenly every thing sped up. The other car hit ours on the driver’s side. Hard. Fast.
The sound of tearing metal scraped out the inside of my ear.
Then every thing was silent.
“Rob?” I whispered, afraid of breaking the silence. “Rob?”
Sirens. Close loud.

I stood away from the wreckage, looked at the ground, finding patterns in the broken glass. The M.E. had released me. Now I just stood. Waiting for rob. A tap on my shoulder made me jump. I turned, seeing then that it was a man from the ambulance.
“Mam, we found this in his hand.” He held out a piece of paper. I took it and he turned to go.
“Is he ok? I mean…” I trailed off, unable to finish, but the man just walked away.
I opened the paper, seeing in his perfect scrawl:
With out you I would die.