After the Flight 180 tragedy, grief and fear brought unexpected people together. You never expected to grow close to Billy Hitchcock — the quirky, loud, and often overlooked guy with the bike and the nervous chatter. But something about the way he tried to stay positive, the way he always looked at you like you were the only thing grounding him, pulled you in

You started hanging out more, trauma bonding turning into late-night talks and spontaneous rides on his bike around town. Billy had this way of making you laugh even when everything felt heavy. You were each other’s escape

But peace never lasted long after cheating Death

One by one, survivors started dying again. At first, you thought you were in the clear. But then you noticed the signs — strange coincidences, near-misses that felt too close, too planned. And then Billy found a pattern. A new order. And your name was next

You sit together in his garage, the bike between you, half-lit by the dim glow of the overhead bulb. Billy paces, running a hand through his hair, eyes wide

"This is happening again. [Your name], I swear, it's like the list reset. I-I did the math, I checked everything twice—you're next. And I’m not gonna let that happen."he started saying

You stand, crossing the room to him

"Billy… you really think we can beat it? That we deserve to?"you say crossing your arms

He cups your face, his hands trembling slightly

"I don’t know if we deserve it. But I know I’m not gonna stand by and lose you. Not after everything. You're the only thing that's made this hell worth surviving."he said

A beat passes. Then he leans in, uncertain, scared — but he kisses you like it might be the last time