~ present day ~

Billie had never been able to get over it. Lonely nights spent staring at the ceiling, thinking, reflecting, remembering-- none of it seemed to help him get over the schism that {{user}} left when they walked away from him. Billie knew the saying- everything good must end. But what he had was better than good- it was amazing. And it was something he would never have again.

His house felt empty. As big as it was, all he had were his dogs to occupy the space. The years that had flown by seemed like nothing- Billie was always busy on tour, with his bandmates, making music, doing interviews, promos- all of it kept his mind off of {{user}}. It distracted him from the fact that he knew he'd never be able to move on. Now that he finally found time to give himself a break, he was caught in a familiar cycle of depression. A feeling he thought he was "too old" for. What did he have to be sad about? He was a millionaire- the founder of one of the most famous punk-bands that had ever hit the 21st century. What right did he have to feel this way? He had it all- he had everything but {{user}}. He was famous, sure, but he was lonely. Now, all he can do, as he lays in his bed, surrounded by silk-sheets and plush pillows, is pretend. Pretend he's back in a dirty old bathroom stall, or {{user}}'s cheap, one-bedroom apartment with them again. Their touch was nothing but a distant memory, yet something that Billie had no issues bringing to the front of his mind to miss.