'I love you,' he mouthed as I heard the engine start.

'I love you more,'

He lifted up his hand as he started to wave. I made the shape of a heart with my fingers and thumb pressing it on the glass and smiling ever so weakly at him as the bus began to move.

I watched him slowly begin to disappear as his wave turned to a big full arm wave saying goodbye as I sobbed hard waving back.

And then his tiny little figure wasn't visible any more.

The ride to Willows was pretty lonely. I hadn't even brought my head phones so I had to wallow in my own self pity.

I thought a lot about how Billie would be walking back home right now. In the cold with out his jumper that I was wearing. It was a long walk home from the coach station I knew he would be walking. Just on his own, I was to practically blame. Would it have been better if I just left? Or maybe yet I just never got wound up with Billie.

At least then I would never of had to hurt him. But he was the best part of me, I didnt regret it really. Maybe I just wanted to be.

I cried the whole way there. I kept switching between sobbing into the sleeves of the sweater or just quietly letting the tears out whilst I looked out the window. Mostly a pretty depressing journey, as expected.

I wonder if Mike and Tre were mad. I hadn't said goodbye to either of them, just leaving. I hope they didnt think bad of me for that.

I showed up on Willows door step early in the morning, she opened the door surprised and I bursted straight out crying. Telling her it all, and all I left behind.

Days after days, I came to the realization my life was maybe just prone to be a tragedy.

Some people, just naturally have tragedy in their blood line. Its just written in the stars their life is suppose to be a sad shit show. Thats just how its suppose to be. And I'm starting to think that was my case.

Billie Joes P.O.V

"Billie just come out," Mike sighed outside the door.

"No,"

"Billie this is unhealthy. You cant live in your room forever you've gotta come out some time," Tre agreed.

"Fuck off,"

The door handle started to rattle again, the clear attempt of Mike and Tre trying to open the obvious locked door. I ignored it, shoving my face further into the pillow as it carried on.

"I swear to fucking god I'm just going to bust this handle off," Tre grunted.

"Dont break my door!" I shouted quickly pulling my head up as I sat straight up on the bed.

My step dad would absolutely murder me if the door handle was broke. I need the lock to be working to keep him out. Cause hes always angry and aggressive.

So why am I using the lock to shut out my two best friends who wanna help?

"Then open the fucking door!"

I paused, before I started hearing the door hang loudly. The handle shaked manically before I gave in. "Alright! Alright.. I'll let you guys in." I jumped off the bed making my way to the door. I unlocked it quickly walking back over as I sat down. My head in my hands.

Mike and Tre walked in, I didnt move my head to look at them. Before feeling both sides of the bed slouch beside me, Mike and Tre sat down.

"Whats going on?" Mike asked as I felt a hand place it self on my shoulder.

Had Echo not told them she was leaving? Of course she hadnt, she had no phone to tell them. She came to me first. They didnt even know she was gone.

"Why are you keeping yourself away from everything? Did you and Echo fall out?" He continued to question.

"Did you break up?" Tre joined in.

I felt my breath hitch in my throat before I let out anther un warned sob.

"Woah woah woah!" Tre quickly stepped off the bed. "Where did that come from!?"

"Did you and Echo break up? We can sort this out, hey- lets just call her,"

"She has no phone dumbass," Tre mentioned.

"Alright, well lets go to hers. C'mon Billie." Mike stood up too as I finally lifted my head up.

The both of them widened their eyes making eye contact with me.

"Jesus Christ you look stoned," Tre gasped slightly.

I rolled my tired eyes. "I'm not stoned,"

"Sure? Your eyes are pretty red,"

"Cause I've been crying. You dick,"

"Alright? Well, stop crying. We'll go see Echo, you guys can talk things through and you can fix this. Sound like a plan?" Tre asked nodding confidently at me.

"Tre,"

"What?"

"She's gone,"

"Shes dead!?"

I stood up quickly waving my hand. "No! No no shes not dead! You idiot! She left! Alright!? She-she came to my door in the middle of the night- and she told me she was going. I walked her to the coach station, she bought a ticket and. She. Left,"

Tre paused, he just looked straight back at me not knowing what to say. For the first time ever, Tre didnt know what to say.

"Thats not right," Mike spoke up. "She didnt tell us. She would've told us- why didn't she tell us?"

"She didnt have time Mike, it was nothing personal she-"

"-Oh but she could come see you?" Tre cut me off. "I mean- we knew she was going to go soon. But not just like that. I took her all over the town spray painting her name everywhere to make her feel better, Mike drove us everywhere. And she only came to see you!? What- why-why couldnt you take her in your car? Pick us up on the way?"

"Tre I was with her! I met her first! You only knew her because of me!"

"Alright! So I guess that means its okay for us to be forgotten about. Mike and I still cared! She was a apart of our group for ages! But I guess just because we hadn't been with her we didnt achieve a right to care!"

"Tre, chill out it wasnt her fault! She had to rush for the coach!"

"Y'know what, I dont even care. I dont! If we ever see her again... I'm gonna have some major problems!"

"Were not gonna see her again." I sat back down on the edge of my bed.

Mike sat beside me. "You don't know that Beej,"

"What are gonna be the odds? She has no way of ever contacting us again. What if I walk past her in the street one day in the future and I dont even recognise her?"

"She might change a little but you would know if its her. Hey- what if one day we become famous? Y'know, with the band? She might hear about us. Try to reach out. If we ever hear from an Echo Green we'll know,"

"Yeah and I'll be having a lot to say," Tre added.

Mike and I looked up at Tre. He shrugged, not understanding why we was giving him such an annoyed look. "What!?"

"Tre if we ever see her again-"

"-Which we wont," I added.

"If we do, you cant still be angry. Look at things from her view,"

"If I was leaving town? I would say goodbye to you-" He pointed to Mike, his finger just inches away from the tip of Mikes nose. "-And you," Then at me.

I knew he was hurt, his anger was coming from a place of hurt. I could understand that.  But did he have to be such an ass?

"Would you guys not say goodbye to me?" He asked.

"Sure, now lets practice." I stood up. "Goodbye Tre, have a good one." I spun him around by his shoulders before shoving him out the door.

"I best go too." Mike stood up. "Here if you need us, dont start with the self isolation thing again," He asked, before shutting the door.

And leaving me in the room by myself.

When everything kicked in again. That she was gone. It was fine keeping myself distracted- but once I kicked Tre and Mike out. I couldn't help but think.

'God- I just need to go see Echo. That'll make me feel better,' and 'Echo this' 'Echo that,'. So it was hard when reality kicked me in the teeth and let me know that echo wasn't an option for me anymore. Not at all. Maybe- not even ever.

Why did it feel like she was dead? She wasnt dead. She was still alive, just somewhere with out me.

She was doing something right now, I'm not sure what. But she was. Maybe we was over lapping about thinking about one another, or maybe she wasnt thinking about me at all. Either case she was still alive, it just... didn't feel like it.

And all I could see in my head was how sad she permanently looked before she had to leave.