Inspired and written to the tune of "Watching Airplanes" by Gary Allan.
Let me know if you guys think I should turn this into a story.
W:Mild language

Caramel colored sky and pinks clouds, airplanes flying alongside them, growing small as they went into the distance.He watched the planes fade in the billowing smoke he exhaled from his nostrils. His hands started to shake as he  brought the cigarette to his mouth to take another drag. He couldn't put the damn thing thing between his lips though and flicked the cigarette away with a sigh. He let his hand fall to lay over the other one on his stomach, pushed with his feet to move farther up on the hood. And stared at the sky. 
It was quiet here even with the loud engines of the planes, vibrating the ground and rumbling in his chest. He didnt know why he was here. He had come to stop her and failed miserably-cause he didnt even try. How long would it be before she pretended she didnt know him, that he didnt exist, up until the point where she totally forgot about him. How long before that?
Well if anything he was going to beat her to it.
He pulled another cigarette out with his mouth, had to flick the lighter 7 times before the thing lit. Hands were shaking too much again to do anything, and he was sweating. (Damn girls getting to you Tigger, she got you that whipped? No. Pull your shit together. Pack it in. Forget. Move on) -Ha, eaiser said then done. 
He rolled off the hood after finishing the smoke, crushing it beneath his boot. He grabbed his cut off the hood, shrugging it on he slid into the drivers seat of the truck. Key in ignition, foot on the pedal and in seconds he was tearing out of the parking lot, heading away from the airfield and on his way back to Charming. 
That was until he saw it. Her bike. Dammit, why the hell did she leave it behind? Girl loved that damn thing. Just another thing she loved that was now abandon. He switched the gears into reserve and lined up the truck with the bike, smashed his foot down on the pedal, he crashed into the thing doing 80. 
He didnt see the other car until it smashed into the passenger door an instant after he slammed into the bike. He felt his body jerk forward against the seatbelt, his head snap back into the seat. And after few minutes of waiting for the world to stop spinning, he yanked at the seatbelt, whipping out his blade and just slicing the thing off when he couldnt get it unlocked. Then he kicked the door open and stumbled out. 
He staggered right by the other driver who was yelling a string of curses but was alive and unharmed. Walked right on by the smoking heap of metal that used to be her bike. 
Take that bitch, fuck with me will you? Well thats what happens. Easier to toss me away now isnt it? Easier to just leave me, leave me alone. A helluva lot easier isnt it? When you dont have to be around to witness the shadow of man I'll become after it settles in how you smashed my heart like I did that Harley.