Victim of the Symptom(billie joe armstrong x reader)

The Decision

The days after Billie Joe's release from the hospital were heavy with silence and reflection. Lila had spent them in a whirlwind of uncertainty, caught between the desperate hope that Billie could change and the crushing fear that nothing would ever be different. The apartment had become a refuge from the chaos, a place where she could try to piece together the fragments of her life and decide what came next.

The soft light of evening cast a warm glow across the room as Lila sat on the couch, her thoughts racing. The sound of rain tapping gently against the window provided a soothing backdrop, but it did little to ease the turmoil in her heart. She stared at the television, not really watching, her mind replaying the events of the past few weeks like a broken record.

When the knock came on the door, Lila's heart skipped a beat. It was a sound she had been both dreading and longing to hear. She took a deep breath, wiped the tears from her cheeks, and walked slowly to the door. Opening it revealed Billie Joe standing there, looking worn but resolute. He stepped into the dim light of the apartment, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of hope and apology.

"Hey," Billie said softly, his voice carrying the weight of his exhaustion and regret. "Can we talk?"

Lila nodded, stepping aside to let him in. The familiar ache in her chest returned, but it was accompanied by a flicker of cautious hope. Billie looked around the apartment, his gaze lingering on the small, cozy space that had been a sanctuary for her.

"I'm sorry," he began, his voice breaking slightly. "I'm sorry for everything. I know I've hurt you. I know I've caused so much pain."

Lila swallowed hard, trying to steady her emotions. "Billie, you don't have to keep apologizing. We've talked about this. What's important now is what you're going to do to make things right."

Billie's face crumpled with emotion, and he took a step closer to her. "I've been trying to get better. Mike's thrown away everything—drugs, alcohol. He's helping me stay clean, but it's more than just that. I need to be better for myself, for you."

Lila's heart ached at the sight of him. She saw a man who was struggling but genuinely trying to change. It was a painful contrast to the person he had been during his darkest moments. She reached out and touched his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers.

"Billie," she said softly, her voice trembling. "I want to believe you. I want to believe that you can change, that we can make this work. But it's not just about you. It's about us, and what we both need to be okay."

Billie's eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away. "I love you, Lila," he said, his voice full of raw emotion. "I've never loved anyone the way I love you. I'm trying so hard to be the man you deserve. I don't want to lose you."

The intensity of his words struck her deeply. She had heard him say "I'm sorry" countless times, but this was different. This was a plea, a declaration of his feelings and his desire to make things right. Lila's heart swelled, and she felt tears stinging her eyes.

"Billie," she whispered, her voice breaking, "I love you too. But it's going to take more than just words. It's going to take actions, and trust. I need to see that you're committed to making a real change."

Billie nodded, his eyes glistening with tears. "I am committed. I know it won't be easy, and I know I've let you down before. But I'm ready to fight for us. I'm ready to fight for a future where I can be the person you need me to be."

Lila's emotions were a storm of hope and fear, and she reached up, gently pressing a kiss to his forehead. The tenderness of the gesture was a stark contrast to the chaos they had endured. 

Billie closed his eyes, his body trembling slightly as he absorbed the warmth of her touch.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I know I don't deserve this, but thank you."

The silence that followed was heavy with meaning. Lila took his hand, their fingers intertwined in a gesture of solidarity and hope. The connection between them felt renewed, but there was an underlying uncertainty about the road ahead.

Just then, the sound of the door opening interrupted their moment. Mike and Tre stepped into the apartment, their faces reflecting the same cautious optimism that Lila was beginning to feel. 

Mike's expression was a mix of concern and relief, while Tre's was more hopeful.

"How's it going?" Mike asked, his eyes scanning the room as he took in the sight of Billie and Lila together.

Billie gave a small, weary smile. "Better. We're taking it one day at a time."

Tre clapped Billie on the back, his grin a little wobbly but genuine. "Glad to hear it. We're here for you, man. Always."

Lila managed a weak smile, her eyes still red but her expression softer than it had been. "Thank you. I really appreciate it."

Tweddle-dee and tweddle-dumb settled in, and the atmosphere in the apartment shifted from tense to cautiously hopeful. Conversations were gentle, the laughter tentative, but there was a shared understanding that they were all in this together.

Later that night, as Mike and Tre prepared to leave, Billie pulled Mike aside. "Mike, I need you to do something for me," Billie said, his voice low and serious. "When we get back, throw away anything else related to my old habits. I want a clean start, and I want to be better for Lila."

Mike nodded, his expression reflecting the gravity of Billie's request. "I've got you covered, Billie. We're going to get through this."

As the men left, Lila sat with Billie, their hands still clasped. The rain continued to fall outside, a steady, soothing rhythm that seemed to wash away some of the lingering tension. Billie looked at her with a mix of gratitude and determination.

"I want to make this work," Billie said quietly. "I want us to have a future together, where we're both happy and healthy."

Lila's heart ached as she looked at him. The road ahead was uncertain, but she saw a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. She took a deep breath, feeling a renewed sense of peace settling over her.

"I want that too," she said softly. "I want to believe that we can get through this. I want to believe in us."

As Billie held her close, Lila felt a sense of calm wash over her. The journey ahead would be challenging, but for the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to believe that things could get better. They both had a long road ahead, but with love, commitment, and support, they might just find their way through the darkness.

And in that moment, as they stood together in the soft glow of the evening, Lila felt a fragile hope blossom within her—a hope that perhaps, despite everything, they could build a future together, one day at a time.

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thank god

guys i was originally gonna write a bad ending but my heart couldnt take it

you bitches got so lucky im TELLING YOUU

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