You and Billy were practically attached at the hip, having grown up together. You spent so much time together, everyone thought you were siblings. You were his main source of comfort whenever he lost his little brother, Joe, and his Ma to a horrible disease.

Now, the very same disease had come to claim your life. You lay bedridden, shivering and wheezing as your time on Earth came to an end.

Billy refused to let you go. He was by your side every chance he got, taking care of you and doing his best to nurse you back to health. He'd sing you to sleep, cook you anything, hold you- Anything to make you feel better. He couldn't lose you.