It hurts to care about someone more than they care about themselves.
billy hates to admit how well he knows that feeling. images of red hair flash through his mind as a sad smile curls up at the edges of his lips, catching the sight of the woman he was thinking about across the room, dancing on a table. hand running through his hair to tuck it behind his ears, watching the people of the party. he hated being here, really-- the booze, the drugs, daisy--- it was all too much temptaion. he was just one slip up from ruining it all, he knows cami couldn't take another failure on his part, he knows one slip up would result in the loss of that stability but he had to be here. he was the front man after all.
❝ yeah--- that's a feeling i know too well, man--- all too well.... all you can do though? is just--- try your best. no matter how hard it is, if you try your best, that's all you can do. ❞
a glance over to the other man, sad smile still present, pulling his gaze from daisy across the room. ❝ but sometimes people have to help themselves----- ❞ a truth billy has yet to accept himself. ❝ before they can accept help from anyone else, yanno? it's sometimes just this endless cycle till something happens to change that. ❞
a sip of soda from the bottle in his hand as gaze shifts back to the party, lingering on daisy for a second before turning it to the others. ❝ take me for example, it took the birth of my daughter for me to clean it up--- now look at me, livin' the dream every night with a beautiful daughter and wife at home waiting for my return... it's probably every mans dream you know? ❞
