(⚠️Trigger Warning: Talks and Mentions of Death -
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Billie:
"How..."
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The Day has come as everyone gather,
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As if it was once again Thanksgiving Supper.
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Family, Friends; all of our loved ones,
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Gathered in one place as if it was Prom Dance.
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But instead of joy, happiness, and glee,
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There was no laughter, but sounds of plea.
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Cries, Why's, and tears flow freely,
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As the flashback of the past play in memory.
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Billie:
"Why..."
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Among the sea of people dressed in white,
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Stood out a color, a drop of sunshine.
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But, there was no sunshine.
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For among all of the hearts that have gathered,
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Hers was the one that greatly shattered.
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(Photo not mine. Credits to artist.)
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Billie:
"Why did you..."
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Right infront of her, lays in his crib,
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Unmoving, silent, as if he's asleep.
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But reality cannot be ignored,
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Forever in his coffin, her best friend is stored.
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Billie: (*in tears*)
"Why? Why? How did this happen? You said we'll be together. You and I, best friends forever."
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"Why did you leave? Out of nowhere, you just left me."
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(*cries louder*)
"Ace, get up! Wake up! You can't leave me!"
(*cries louder*)
"Ace, get up! Wake up! You can't leave
(Photo not mine.)
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(*fades into a whisper*)
"You\-You can't...."
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As seconds turn into hours,
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And hours turn into days.
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His grave was always full of flowers,
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But the joy in Billie's eyes continued to fade.
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Days turned into months,
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Billie remained distant towards everyone.
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How is she to heal,
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A gaping wound nothing can seal.
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School came,
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But it would never be the same.
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No one to keep you company,
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No matter how nice they can be.
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No one to make you smile like before,
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Because he's gone and all left is a gaping hole.
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How could you leave just like that?
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I waited, alone I sat.
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What am I to wait now?
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All this pain in need of you, but how?
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Cruel life must be,
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Daily reminders of what we used to be.
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I've fallen down this ditch,
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Cold, isolated, and black pitch.
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Ace... Why-
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Come back and tell me I'm ugly when I cry.
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Life seems so lifeless now,
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A smile untrue plastered on my mouth.
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What should I do next?
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What should I choose as my next step?
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I feel so lost as though I'm a puppy,
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Waiting for my owner, 'Please come home early'
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Wagging my tail in anticipation,
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Not knowing that you're forever gone.
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It's been months since you passed,
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These questions will forever last.
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As I kneel to sit by you,
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I stare at the stone, lit by the sunset's hue.
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The dozen flowers hinting wilt,
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I began to clean the rubbish and filth.
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As I move with ease,
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For I've done this for weeks,
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I still cannot ignore the stinging of my eyes,
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Nor ignore the painful squeeze, in my heart lies.
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Alas, I've hit my low
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Depression finally swallowing me whole.
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Another day came,
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Billie somehow stays sane.
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Leaves her house with cheek kisses and a smile,
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But we know it only lasted a while.
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Every step felt heavier than the last,
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Although Billie doesn't want to, school is a must.
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But - their school holds too much,
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Flooding her senses, cannot be held down by a latch.
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'Bear it.' Billie thinks,
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Familiar gates making her heart shrink.
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A smile to fool, plastered on her face
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As she pass by teachers, students, and her teammates.
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(Photo not mine.)
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Billie:
"Good Morning."
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"Have a great day."
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"See you in class."
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'Fake' , she taunts herself.
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Once she enter the school doors, her smile fell.
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The familiarity getting to her,
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Stinging eyes, her gaze fell lower.
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As Billie walk silently,
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Through hallways full of memory.
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Her heart aches painfully,
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As her world felt nothing but dark and lonely.
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In the midst of her walk,
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A stranger stopped to talk.
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Billie stood, her interest low,
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But little does she know.
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Jack, her bully, stood still
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Words stuck in his throat, betraying his will.
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Billie despised Jack for the unending embarassment,
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But she takes it in silence, all his torment.
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As children, Billie used to adore Jack.
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But that's all it was , a crush from way back.
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Jack: (*nervous*)
"Hey... uhh, Billie right?"
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A scoff left Billie,
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Probably because he never called her 'Billie' .
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He always made fun of her,
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Thankfully Ace was there to cool the weather.
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Billie: (*uninterested*)
"Yeah."
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Billie started feeling -- anger?
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At the thought of those hardships Jack caused Ace and her.
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Jack: (*nervous*)
"I just\-, uhh... I just wanted to say that\-"
(*pause*)
"\-you look pretty today."
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Billie's anger quickly changed into pain,
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Those words that Ace would say to start her day.
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Billie: (*uninterested*)
"Thanks."
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Jack senses her shift in mood,
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Regretting the fact that he made a wrong move.
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Jack: (*checks watch*)
"Oh, it's almost time. See ya' around, yeah?"
(*runs aways*)
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Billie: (*uninterested*)
"Tch, Weirdo."
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As classes come and go
And time pass by,
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Billie no longer feels thrilled no matter how much she tries.
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Art class came,
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The subject her and Ace were famed.
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The best of the best they were,
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Often times they competed each other.
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At the end of the day, they'd still be friends,
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So strong that even art can not end.
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A blank canvas, Billie stares
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Emotions spiking, pain have flared.
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Her hand shaking, a brush in between
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With angry strokes, lines finally seen.
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At the corner of the room,
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One's curiousity bloomed.
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T'was Jack peeping through,
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But what he saw made him blue.
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Billie's hand, moving swiftly
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Brush on canvas, not landing gently.
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Every stroke of pain,
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Leaving marks and stains.
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It's painter silent, sullen she sat
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Her eyes growing red by the tears held back...
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When class had ended and everyone was leaving,
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Not even caring, she just started walking.
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Jack left behind, quietly waiting
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Hoping to take a sneak of Billie's painting.
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The room cleared, he was now alone
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Went straight towards the painting's throne.
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He stares for a while, such glory
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A masterpiece made in a fit of fury.
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So many emotions conveyed in canvas,
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Those who views it delves deep into their pasts.
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(Photo not mine)
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Jack kept silent,
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Mind in a fuss.
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His angel fighting; 'Be patient' ,
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The other; 'What you want is a must.'
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Out of school, Billie's feet kept going
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Not realizing the path that she was taking.
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Her emotions afloat, getting entangled
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Leaving her gasping for air as though she's being wrangled.
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Pain, in her heart, starts seeping through
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A whimper escaped; 'Ace, where are you?'
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Deep breath in, she closes her vision
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Deep breath out, she looks around in question.
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Her blood ran cold at the familiar location,
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Where her feet took her with no conscious action.
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As she stare at the stone,
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Where his name was engraved.
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She sits down for who knows how long,
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Until pitter patter comes the rain.
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Slowly, her face contorts in pain ,
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As her tears began to mingle with the rain.
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(Photo not mine)
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She sobs, wails, and cries ,
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Everything she pent up gets untied.
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Billie: (*in pain*) (*volume gradually increasing*)
"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. Ace Evans, I hate you! I'm alone without you. What am I supposed to do? I feel so lost without you here."
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As the rain grew heavier,
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Billie's cries grew louder-
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-and louder.
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Even with her clothes all soaking wet,
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All she cares is for a reply from her best friend.
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Not noticing from the corner of her eye,
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A familiar someone passing by.
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(Photo not mine)
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Her pain, hidden by the storm ,
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Her composure, all broken and torn.
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But the freezing raindrops suddenly stops,
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As someone shelters her -- a jacket -- on her head, drops.
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Jack: (*worried*) (*slight panic*)
"Billie? What are you doing? Do you have a death wish or something?"
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Billie says nothing as Jack guides her to take cover,
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With her head hung low, she grips his jacket closer.
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The two sat in a choking silence,
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Billie anticipating his incoming rude comments.
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Surprisingly, he did nothing of the sort ,
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Instead, he actually gave her comfort.
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Jack: (*sighs as he looks at the sky*)
"What a rain this afternoon."
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Billie: (*silent*)
"..."
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Jack: (*soft*)
"You alright though, Billie button?"
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Jack wanted to smack himself,
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The slip of the tongue, he wanted to melt.
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Billie's heart felt as though it was gonna burst,
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As the boy mentions a nickname that apparently was hers.
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A memory flashed before her,
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It was Ace's voice in a teasing manner
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Ace: (*distant*) (*soft and playful*)
"Sup Billie button."
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Ace: (*whiny*)
"Billie button, I'm hungryyy.."
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Ace: (*whiny*)
"Billiiiee buttooonn..."
(*fades out*)
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Billie: (*whisper*)
"Ace..."
(*tears*)
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Alas, he'd done it again ,
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On reflex, he asks the same.
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Jack: (*worried*)
"You okay, Billie butto-?"
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Billie: (*abrupt*) (*upset*)
"-don't! ... don't call me that!"
(*falters*)
"Only Ace does..."
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Jack felt suffocated,
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Caught in a place, so diffecult - unwanted.
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Now, or not yet?
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Gahh.. Rash decisions are not my best.
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Jack: (*speechless manner*)
"I'm ..... sorry."
(*pause*)
(*sighs*)
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Jack: (*nervous*)
"I - er , wanna tell you something."
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Billie: (*sniffles*) (*soft , annoyed*)
"What?"
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Jack: (*gulps*) (*nervous*) (*sigh*)
"Billie button, it's - "
(*hesitate*)
"it's me."
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Billie: (*sniff*) (*soft , annoyed*)
"What do you mean it's you?"
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Jack: (*stares at her intently*)
(*gentle*)
"It's me, Ace."
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