[s3e12] That Went Well ❲GENUINE❳

The sun was setting over the Pacific, casting a bruised purple hue across the Hollywood Hills, but BoJack Horseman couldn't feel the warmth. He sat in his Tesla, the engine silent, the weight of the last few months pressing down on him like a physical force. Sarah Lynn was gone. The Oscar he had sacrificed everything for was a lie. His house was a wreckage of bad decisions and broken glass.

He looked at the bottle of pills on the passenger seat. For a moment, he thought about the bridge, or the bottom of his pool, or just driving until the road ran out. He had spent his whole life trying to be "good," or at least trying to be seen as good, and every time he reached for it, he ended up hurting the people who actually cared. He had called Diane, but the conversation had left him feeling more hollow than before. She was moving on, finding a version of happiness that didn't include his chaos, and he couldn't blame her. [S3E12] That Went Well

He pulled onto the highway, the speedometer climbing. 80, 90, 100. He let go of the steering wheel, closing his eyes, waiting for the impact or the relief of the end. But then, he saw them. The sun was setting over the Pacific, casting