Their hand quivers, and they can feel their legs shake, “Maybe this is the time” they think to themselves, if they can find the courage that is.
Maybe it will end like a meet-cute and the future love their life will get out their car and help them out and pick them up and send them on a glorious adventure.
Or maybe it will just sever their spine and it will be over.
But! The driver will remember them and their face for the rest of their life, their death having given meaning to their existence as the driver will go on to travel the world and have the adventure of a lifetime in response to this random stranger they collided with. Knowing that even if its not personally lived but that the adventure was had by their presence…

But their daydreams are snapped out by the sound of a car horn and the engine roaring past.
The moment is gone but the heart still flutters and the adrenaline pumps through their veins, less than the first time they thought about this but enough to still feel the rush of life they don’t live. “There is always the next car,” they think, “maybe, this time I will try yelling at them.”