꥟ ʷᶦʳᵉˢ//Bɪʟʟʏ H ꥟ [SLOW UPDATES]

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꧁   [𝐈𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.]    ꧂
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She stared off into the night, silently wishing she could be one with the wind. The urge to cry seemed to grow by the second, she needed some type of release.

Billy was mildly confused, he didn't know why she was crying back at the diner. All he knew was that she needed him and he would be at her disposal.

Billy turns to look at her, really look at her. She was hot, everyone knew that but they didn't see how beautiful she truly was. What got him attached wasn't just her rocking body nor her pretty face.

Billy smiles at the distant memory, reminiscing how she'd constantly tell him to fuck off and go to hell. Now it seemed as if she was always holding back, never fully saying what she wanted to.

She was like an illusion, from afar it was beautiful, confusing and mysterious. So much so that you want to solve it.

But once you get closer and think you're solving it, it's even more confusing than before, it is no longer just beautiful but rather mind changing and it makes you question everything you know.

Billy blinks away his thoughts, what a stupid metaphor.

All he knew was that the once rebellious and carefree girl was silently sitting next to him in the hood of his car with tear stained cheeks and lips so red it reminded him of cherries.

Sam turns to look at Billy, "Can—" she sighs and instead closes her eyes, "Can you hold me?" It's almost inaudible and her voice is once again on the verge of breaking.

Billy softly smiles and pulls her to him, "What's going on, Sam?" Billy whispers as her body begins shaking with sobs.

Sam covers her face with her hands as she cries. "I'm so tired, Billy." She sobs into his arms as hair falls to her face, sticking to her stained cheeks.

Billy removes the hair from her face and turns her to face him. "What's wrong, baby?" He softly whispers, as if she were a fragile vase on the verge of shattering.

His words only cause Sam to let out a great sob, her shaky hands covering her face with embarrassment.

Billy's brows furrow and his jaw clenches as he watches her bottom lip quiver. Instead of asking her anything else, he pulls her into his lap and holds her.

Sam cries for what feels like hours to her, but to Billy it seems like an eternity, he was useless. He didn't know what to say or do to help as she cried her heart out and choked on her sobs.

Billy begs whoever was watching over her to help. He had never been religious or even remotely a believer of the greater power, but for her he'd pray to Satan if necessary.

Sam it too embarrassed to look up at him, so instead she stays seated on his lap, looking into the distance. She had never cried in front of him or anyone that wasn't family.

Billy knew she doesn't plan to look up at him. Why? He wasn't sure.

What he knew was that she wasn't the girl he'd always believed to be unbreakable because in reality, she was the most fragile of them all.

Billy lifts her chin and makes her look up at him. Her dark eyes meets his and he softly smiles, "My legs are starting to cramp." He jokes and she softly laughs.

Sam removes herself from his lap and stand sin front of him. "I'm sorry."

He jokingly rolls his eyes and stands up as well, "Jeez, Sam, you oughta stop apologizing."

She tries to hold a smile but it's useless, her lips fall flat.

Billy notices that she wasn't planning on replying and instead pulls her close. They're lips are inches apart and Sam is surprised how he still manages to make her feel butterflies, no matter how long ago their first kiss was.

Billy looks at her, watching the way she swallows a gulp. "You know you're beautiful, right?" His voice is low and whisper like, as if he were afraid she would shatter if he spoke too loud.

Sam's words don't seem to function so she only watches the boy who had hurt her countless of times.

Her memory was either screwed up or preferred not to remember all the bad when she looked at him. Instead, she saw the hurt boy whose feelings were scattered and were permanently damaged.

Billy watches her and softly smiles, she was more than he ever though he'd have. The past year hadn't been easy, with his short temper and her annoyance for it, their arguments were anything but rare.

He sighs and kisses her forehead, "It's gonna be fine, Sam. Whatever it is, we'll figure it out...We always do."

She can't do anything except nod and hope that he's right.

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