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it was a long game. one that was grueling and requiring a high amount of physical restraint that stu never believed he was capable of. 25 years. it was 25 years locked away in an asylum with no word or response from his best friend. from the one that he would do anything for, give anything to. they'd fucked up with sid. he fucked up. maybe that's why all of his letters and attempts at contacting billy had all gone ignored. a dead silence from the guy that he thought would be entwined with him for their long bloody lives.
he'd watched billy, now a grown adult and looking.. well, aging did him good. real good. maybe that's why stu was driven to takeout his competition. a trail of blood that was all billy's fault for pushing him out, for forgetting him. had watched his former best friend, no - he was much more than that.. watched him fall even further into the bottle.
tonight, his willpower was gone. he couldn't hold himself back anymore not as he watched billy get plastered on his birthday. was he remorseful? regretting that he had cut all ties with him? good. he deserved that. stu walked up to the man now leaning against the brick wall of the bar that he'd come stumbling out of. although he paused a few feet away, under the street light, making himself known, and stared.. drank in the utter mess that billy was.
