A crying girl stares at nowhere while a stone temple pilots record plays at the background, her red eyes look down and show what she was holding, a positive pregnancy test.

A worried guy walks in circles like he is trying to get out of himself, he stops walking and keep brushing his hair back with his hands, with shaky hands he reach for a bottle of Jack Daniels, serve a cup and drink in one shot. His eyes seem focus and he start to remember...

‘A couple fights and yell at each other. Seems like they can’t remember how much love there is between them and why the hell they let things go this far. The yelling is interupted by a shattering glass, and a deep silence is followed by footsteps and a angry closing  door.’

The fight is over. The relationship is over. My life, our future.

Is that the best you got? After all this time together, a simple fight, some words that you will regret but can’t take it back, will mark the end of a beautifull love story. He still can’t remember when this start, what lead them soo far deep in this pile of shit or what make them hit rock bottom? The only thing that he does know is that is over, and this time is for real.

With the same shaky hands he keep drinking and take some painkillers, he start writting something, a letter, he is so OldSchool!

“The thing you loved most about me is going to be my last gift to you, i’m sorry for all the trouble i caused you, this letter is not a love one, but i hope you can enjoy this because is the last.

                                          I love you with all my heart.”

        

The girl is not crying anymore, she get off the bus and got into an old classic building, she start to walk up the stairs and floor by floor her heart skip a beat and the excitment grow inside her. She knok on his door and get no awnser, again and again, she catch his spair key under the loose floorboard and open the door.

Her heart skip another beat but all the excitment is gone, she is dominate by fear and sadness, she freeze at the door with her hand on the doorknob while she looks at something that is worth a Picture.

        

The girl is crying again, and this time is not for joy. She reach for the letter and laydown next to him. That old record playing, the finished bottle, tears and they hugging on the floor. Almost the exact Picture that she playd in her head except in this one doesn’t have a happy ending.

She cryed her eyes out thinking what life would be without him, they where perfect for eachother. He was so OldSchool!