As the school was engulfed in flames, Oakley's eyes were stinging from the thick smoke that filled the air. Panic set in as he realized he was trapped inside, with no way out. He coughed and struggled to breathe, his heart pounding with fear.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the smoke, running towards him. It was Billy, the same person who had destroyed Oakley's sketchbook. But in that moment, none of that mattered.
"Billy, what are you doing here?" Oakley shouted, his voice hoarse from the smoke.
"I came to find you, man. We need to get out of here," Billy replied, grabbing Oakley's arm and leading him towards the nearest exit.
As they ran through the blazing halls, Oakley could feel the heat of the flames against his skin. He stumbled and fell, but Billy pulled him back up, urging him to keep moving. While running Billy's leg got trapped into a pipe. Oakley yelled at him "BILLY I'LL HELP YOU"
Billy looked at him "OAKLEY GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE. PLEASE ITS TO LATE FOR ME". Oakley looked at him. He ran out of the building. Billy stared at the gas tanks. He whispered to Oakley hoping he would hear it "I love you." But Oakley never heard it. Oakley outside the school looked as it exploded. Killing Billy.
