What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted?

(this is a reposted older Opuss)

The car shuddered as it rattled over the morse of potholes; these communicated only annoyance as Erica threw the Merc around the bends. The country lanes were steely in the frost. It had been a long, cold night.
'Not saying much.' she smirked, drawing on her cigarette pinched between glossy, claret nails. His head moved from the glass briefly, then settled back against it.

A single tear was already drying on his cheek as though the ending wasn't quite finished. She didn't have ALL of his money yet, so it wasn't quite over, even though his heart was broken.

His eyes reflected the silver, speeding bushes like little flashes of despair. He was rigid with defeat.
Learning that she had been fucking his best friend was bad enough, but hearing the thick, wet 'schlop' as his formed childhood buddy pulled himself out of her was too much. In his bed. On their anniversary. After he'd waited,alone, since seven at the restaurant.

It was as though the whole thing had been set up. Or even as though they just didn't care enough to hide it any longer. Both were true.
Erica smirked again, and changed gear, deliberately fondling the gearstick as if to make him jealous.. Or aroused. Neither was, of course, going to happen this morning of all mornings.

As they arrived with a jolt at their spot, he finally crumpled.
This was the secluded roadside layby on the cliff where they had first seen the sun set in an embarrassment of pastel colours. It was the layby where they had first made love and also where he had chosen to propose months back.

What a bitch, bringing him here, she thought to herself and laughed her husky, throaty chuckle.

She was mildly irritated by having to lean across him to open the car door. He was still doubled over, as though he keenly felt the finality of it all - being let out here, at this place.

The passenger door opened and she sat back looking out to sea.
Finally, she turned to him.

"It wasn't always about the money.
I think maybe I did love you for a while...' she drifted away into memories, then snapped upright.

'Anyway, time to go.'

Raising her lithe right leg, she turned and shoved with all of her strength.

His corpse was silent as it fell, down over grassy slope to where the barrier had once been. From there, in a flurry of limbs, he rolled off the edge and to the hungry sea below.

Closure.

The poison had literally broken his heart; in a glass of water he had been given by her to ease the shock of walking in on her affair. Dead in seconds, they had put him in his car... No, HER car for one last drive.