The bridge.

As he drove over the bridge he slowed and very nearly stopped. The pain in his chest had told him to just stop, get out and jump. How close he had come to that listening to that scared him solid and he cried silently all the way to his driveway. He spent the next hour sobbing in his car, terrified by himself. He went inside and cried himself to sleep thinking of what it would have done to the woman he used to live with, the friends he did now, and the girl who had just broken his heart. One more way to use the whip instead of the carrot.