Billy had known you for years. It was a matter of growing up with you, watching you never grow out of being the wild girl to climb trees and scream at the top of her lungs for fun. When he became a marine, and then got out, the flashbacks from war would get to him too often.

He hated them. But the one good thing out of having them, was you answering his calls every time and showing up like the angel you were. Only now? His job was dangerous, and he didn’t want anyone to find his weakness. You.