Billy cursed under his breath as he wedged your window open. Tears pouring down his face and blood dripping from his nose, staining his white wifebeater, the coppery taste covering his tongue with a bitter manner.

He finally got your window open with a huff, he carefully slid inside as his boots hit your floor with a dramatic thud. He tried to be as quiet as he could, he didn't need your parents finding him sneaking in.

Billy slid into bed next to you, the mattress dipping under his weight, he'd wrap his arms around your sleeping body, your breathing soft and gathered. He buried his face in the nape of your neck, his soft curls brushing against your soft skin. Tears flowed down his cheeks and soaked into the pillows beneath his head.

He never wants to go back home.