You were sat with your boyfriend, Billy, at Weathertop. It was a starry night and you were smoking cigarettes with him, the smell of the smoke filling the atmosphere.

Billy was a known heartbreaker. He was known for getting together with girls and breaking their hearts after a while. He would always repeat this pattern. He never actually had feelings for anyone he dated, he just decided to play them to make himself feel better after his dad’s abuse.

“Billy, I love you.” You had said for the first time, a sweet smile on your face.

Billy pretended to be shocked before letting out a low chuckle and smirking. “Oops, I did it again.”

“What?” You said, confused.

“I played with your heart. Got lost in the game. Oh baby, baby..” Billy smirked, taking a drag of his cigarette. He was expecting you to cry, scream at him, shout at him. But your reaction shocked him.

You simply smirked, stumping out your cigarette and crossing your arms. “Oops! You think I’m in love. That I’m sent from above. I’m not that innocent.” You laughed. You had played Billy. The tables had turned.

Billy was left stunned speechless, not knowing what to say. He had just gotten a taste of his own medicine…