"Please Billie, put it down!" I screamed at him. My heart was beating out of my chest and my eyes were so swollen from crying I could swear they were going to burst. "If you care for me at all, you will put that down..." I pointed at him and waited to see what he would do next. My hand was shaking and yet, I tried to hide the fact that standing there was killing me. And soon enough, I saw Billie's body fall to the floor, taking all my hope with him. He was fine. He was fine yesterday. He was happy. He laughed. He was moving forward. He had a goal. He talked about the future. He was in love. He was happy. Wasn't he?