author's note: double update (make sure you read thirty first)

this chapter introduces Hero Fiennes Tiffin as Liam (I haven't decided how much of a regular character he's going to be, but this face claim just makes sense to me)

"Hello stranger."

Billie looked up from her phone as she walked through the AFC Richmond car park, spotting the Chelsea team bus and then of course their captain, Brad Barker, who's once bleach blonde hair had returned to its natural colour.

"I thought I could hear an unnecessarily grating noise," Billie quipped, "Didn't think it'd be you."

"I'm full of surprises," Brad smirked as the rest of his team slowly filed off of the bus and into the clubhouse.

"Oh I know," Billie sighed, "How is the love child?"

"She's good," Brad nodded, "She dribbles a lot."

"Ah, like father, like daughter, how sweet," Billie teased, doing her very best not to let him get under her skin in the way he always had.

"Funny," Brad nodded, "Your greyhounds ready to lick their wounds when we're done with them, or will you be kissing it better for them?"

Billie rolled her eyes, stepping closer to him, "I suggest you use your imagination," She smirked, "Me and those fit single footballers, even as your ex, I bet that's your worst nightmare."

"Was it true what they were saying about you and Tartt last year?" Brad replied, frowning at the change in Billie's confidence, barely recognising her.

"Again, I suggest you use your imagination," Billie muttered, "I know you've never been much of a one woman man, but the thought of me and your least favourite striker...well that must've really got under your skin."

"Didn't bother me," Brad shook his head with a frown, intending on obliterating Jamie on the pitch, regardless of whether or not the rumours were true.

"Tell that to your face," Billie smirked.

"You're loving this, aren't you?" Brad scoffed, "What are you gonna do? Set Tartt on me when I least expect it?"

"Not really my style," Billie replied.

"You're fucking unbelievable," Brad laughed to himself.

"Jamie Tartt said something similar just last year, just in pretty different circumstances," Billie smirked, not that she intended on winding Brad up when she first laid eyes on him, but she knew that it would act as a pretty good catalyst if and when Roy gave Jamie the signal.

"The fuck does that mean?" Brad frowned.

"I suggest you use your imagination," She looked him up and down with a smirk, "I've never had to fake anything with Jamie...anything."

Leaving Brad reeling with the thoughts of her and Jamie, without another word, Billie made her way towards the clubhouse, passing the various Chelsea players who were waiting for their captain, when she laid eyes on a player who Brad had called a good friend until he called Brad out for cheating on Billie.

"Wondered when I'd see you again, Liam," She smiled as she hugged the tall brunette footballer who she hadn't seen in at least a year, the only one of Brad's friends who actually checked in with her every time something new came out about him in the press.

"It's good to see you, Billie," Liam nodded, with his familiar East London accent, "He giving you grief?"

"Nothing I can't handle," Billie assured him as they both glanced in Brad's direction.

"He's a bellend for what he did to you," Liam told her, "All the boys think it, they're just too scared of him to say shit."

"And you?"

"My agent's trying to get me out of my contract by the end of the season," Liam explained.

"Because of Brad?" Billie frowned, wondering whether the team's internal tensions were something that Richmond could use to their advantage.

"Amongst other reasons," Liam nodded.

"Well, if you ever fancy being a greyhound, you know where we are," Billie assured him.

"I'll bear that in mind," Liam nodded, looking across the car park at Brad who was approaching them, "He'd fucking hate it."

"Exactly."

"Alright, boys, get a fucking move on," Brad clapped his hands together as he approached his team.

"It was good seeing you, Liam," Billie smiled, "See you later."

"Why you talking to her for?" Billie heard Brad laying into Liam as she entered the clubhouse, not daring to wait around for the answer.

"I think Billie's worried about seeing Brad again." Jamie told Roy as he leant against the doorframe of his office, unaware of the interaction she had just had with the American Chelsea player.

As if on cue, Billie waltzed into the locker room, ruffling Colin's hair, greeting Sam with a tight hug and then Isaac with the handshake they'd created, "Does she look worried to you?" Roy gestured to his sister, who had never been very good at hiding how she really felt, so if she was worried, he would know about it.

"He's a prick." Jamie muttered, intending to play like a prick in the event that he had to duel with Brad for the ball, even if it meant he risked getting booked.

"Takes one to know one." Roy scoffed, keeping his eyes trained on the whiteboard that displayed the team's starting line up for the match.

"But he's a massive prick," Jamie replied, not considering himself to be in the same category as someone like Brad Barker, "And Billie deserves better than that."

"Tartt, are you jealous?" Roy turned to face the striker.

"What are we talking about?" The two men turned to see Billie standing in the doorway, who hadn't heard a word of their conversation.

"You."

"Right," Billie nodded slowly, "Sounds ominous, you both ready for the pitch?"

"Yeah."

"Either of you want to say a little something for the camcorder?" Billie smiled at the two men she knew she could count on.

"No," Roy grunted.

"Yeah, alright." Jamie smiled.

Thirty minutes down, and the score remained nil-nil, which in a tournament like the FA Cup, wasn't ideal. Because a game that ended in a tie, was ultimately decided by penalties, and no one wanted that.

Both teams appeared scattered on the pitch, choosing to go into full attack mode, rather than opting for a defensive game. Billie watched as Jamie passed the ball to Sam, but before he could receive it, a Chelsea player had intercepted.

Billie looked over her shoulder at her brother, who was sitting in the dugout, bouncing his knee as though he were waiting for something. As he looked up at her, she gave him a nod, the nod that could mutually be understood by the siblings, they needed the sort of aggression on the pitch that only one man could provide.

Roy stood up, joining his fellow coaches as Billie took the opportunity to snap several photos of the team in play.

"Reckon it's time for the signal?" Ted remarked, noticing Roy's presence.

"Yep."

"You didn't by any chance come up with a better one, did you?" Ted replied.

"No."

"Alright," Ted nodded before shouting across the pitch, "Hey, Jamie! Jamie!"

As Jamie looked up at the sound of his name, the four coaches and Billie held up their middle fingers in complete unison, maintaining straight faces in the hope that Jamie would receive and understand the message.

Jamie's frown turned to a smile as he exhaled, understanding what was required of him, "Yeah."

As Richmond prepared for Richard to throw the ball back into play, Jamie knew that his target had to be Chelsea's captain, Chelsea's number four, Brad Barker, his least favourite player in the history of football.

"Oi, Barker, here's what's gonna happen, yeah?" Jamie quipped as he marked the American defensive midfielder, "You're gonna foul me, and I'm gonna score all the way from back here."

"Piss off, Tartt," Brad scoffed as he shoved Jamie out of his path.

Jamie ran closer to Richard, straight into an open space as the Frenchman threw the ball into play, the Richmond striker collecting the ball with ease, dribbling it through Brad's open feet, knowing that would wind him up.

Jamie maintained his possession of the ball with ease as he neared the middle of the pitch, he commanded the game with poise and precision. But there was no way someone like Brad Barker would let Jamie Tartt get away with that, so as anticipated by Jamie, Brad tackled him straight to the ground, a harsh tackle, but an obvious foul.

"Referee!" Billie exclaimed as Jamie tumbled to the ground, the match official promptly blowing his whistle and displaying a yellow card.

Jamie waited on the ground until Sam came over to help him up, choosing to milk the moment to ensure his free kick would be granted. He looked over his shoulder to see Brad standing a few paces away, and the opportunity to wind up the man who'd had such a negative effect on Billie was too good an opportunity to miss.

"Oi," Jamie approached him, choosing to square up to Brad with a cocky grin, pressing a finger against his chest, oblivious to the hints about him and Billie that she had given her ex boyfriend, "What'd I tell you, mate?"

"You fucking-" Brad shoved him, riled up by the man he assumed was his replacement.

Sam was quick to intercept the situation, stepping between the two players as Jamie continued to toy with him, despite the distance created by players from both teams.

Jamie smiled, that pricky magnetic smile that Billie had once upon a time forced herself to despise, but now, she couldn't help but love it. She watched as he stuck his tongue out, lapping up the fleeting moment in which he had been allowed to play the role of the prick.

She looked to her brother who simply rolled his eyes, annoyed yet impressed that Jamie had proven him right, he could play the prick, but that didn't mean he was a prick.

"Glad he's on our team, you know," Ted nodded as Jamie prepared for his free kick, "What do you reckon, trick play? Maybe Loki's Toboggan or Upside-Down Taxi?"

"You don't need it," Roy replied confidently, "The little prick's gonna fucking score from there."

"No way," Nate remarked in disbelief.

"Billie, you'll want to get that camera ready," Roy told his sister.

Billie quickly looked over her shoulder, despite being a talented woman, she couldn't take photos of that moment and film it. She quickly whistled at Will, beckoning him to join her.

"Yes, Billie?" Will nodded as he stood beside her.

"You're up, Cameraman," Billie handed him the camcorder, "Show us what you've got."

Billie adjusted the settings on her camera as Jamie placed the ball at his feet, brushing his hair back with his hands, dragging his feet against the grass as he took several paces back as the stadium fell quiet. He took a heavy breath, keeping his eyes and mind on the task at hand as his four coaches and best friend stood on the sideline, while three Chelsea players formed a line of defence.

"It's too far," Beard queried.

Jamie ran towards the ball, kicking it with ease as it flew over the heads of the other players and straight past Chelsea's keeper, into the back of the net.

The fans screamed in rapture.

Roy cheered as he wrapped his arms around his sister, kissing the top of her head, proud that his sister believed in Jamie, even when no one else did.

"Are you kidding me?" Ted exclaimed as he approached the two siblings, patting Nate on the shoulder, "Nice call!"

Billie wriggled free of her brother's embrace as Will continued to film the whole moment, while she held up her camera, pointing it at Jamie who had been waiting for her, flipping her and her brother off as she snapped photos of him, capturing the moment that his teammates surrounded onto him, Colin cupping his cheeks, Bumbercatch ruffling his hair.

Richmond: one. Chelsea: nil.

Ten minutes remained of the match, just ten minutes stood between Richmond and a Wembley semi final. With little time remaining, Chelsea had proceeded to completely mark Richmond's starboy out of the game.

"Coach, you okay?" Beard softly asked his friend, who appeared distant and withdrawn from the match as his hands trembled in his pockets.

"Yeah, no, I'm-" Ted muttered, "I gotta go, my stomach."

Beard watched him hurry down the sideline towards the tunnel.

"What's happening?" Roy asked, as he noticed the coach's absence.

"He said his stomach," Beard explained simply.

"He can't abandon the game," Nate protested.

"Is he okay?" Billie frowned.

As Richmond's players noticed Ted's absence, Chelsea preyed on their moment of weakness, Havertz kicked the ball in from the corner and Barker was there to receive, heading it into the net and securing a solid equaliser.

"Fuck!" Billie hissed, looking over to Will who had respectfully decided to stop filming for the moment as the greyhounds remained in disarray.

"Roy, what do you think we should do?" Beard quickly turned to the former Chelsea captain.

"We need a fucking goal," Roy remarked.

"What do we do? Bring on a striker?" Beard panicked, not wanting to lose the game for his best friend's sake.

"You've got to go on the attack, surely," Billie decided to chip in.

"Bring on Cockburn, take off Dixon," Roy suggested.

Before Beard could respond, Nate spat on the grass, startling Billie, "Reynolds, Winchester, Babatunde, you're going in," Nate called out to the three players on the sideline, "Hey! Colin, Dani, Richard, you're coming off!"

"Me?"

"Yes, you, Colin," Nate answered firmly, not daring to waste time.

"What's going on?" Roy muttered, wondering why Nate was planning on playing defensively when what they needed was a full attack to score a goal.

"Park the bus!" Nate shouted at Isaac.

"What?"

"Park the bus!" Nate insisted, "No one up front, do it."

"But we need a goal!" Isaac exclaimed, sharing the same thoughts as his predecessor.

"Park the goddam bus! Go!" Nate shouted.

"I'm lost," Billie whispered to her brother, "And I don't understand this game."

"What's going on?" Beard asked.

"I got this." Nate quipped.

"Stoppage time now, and Richmond are completely dropping back, they're playing very defensively with just moments to spare...Wait! A slip by Barker and Richmond are on the counterattack...Obisanya loops a perfect diagonal ball to Tartt...He shoots, Tartt buries it in the back of the net! Richmond have done the unthinkable, securing themselves a spot in a Wembley FA Cup semi final!"

The team burst into the locker room, cheering in jubilation as they jumped up and down like mad men, or rather, men who were making history. Colin carried Billie on his back as they ran into the locker room, shouting and hollering like certified football hooligans.

"We're Richmond till we die, We're Richmond till we die, we know we are, we're sure we are, we're Richmond till we die!" The team chanted as Colin placed Billie back on solid ground, slinging an arm around her shoulder in excitement.

Billie looked across the room at Jamie who was bouncing up and down like an excited puppy. She promptly weaved her way through the team, greeting him by throwing her arms around his neck as he lifted her off the ground, "You fucking did it, Tartt!"

"We fucking did," He laughed as he spun her round.

"You know what this means, don't you?" Billie grinned as he placed her back on the ground.

"What?"

"We're on our way to Wembley, we're on our way to Wembley," Billie began to chant as the rest of the team joined in, "Na, na, na, na, hey!"

"We're on our way to Wembley, we're on our way to Wembley, na, na, na, na, hey!" The team sang as they jumped up and down in complete and utter euphoria.

After a few beers in the locker room to celebrate the win, Billie and the team decided that the only way to properly celebrate was by going out to whichever Soho club they could get into. So the boys quickly showered and dressed in their own clothes while Billie changed out of her work clothes in her office, touching up her makeup before meeting the boys in the hallway.

"Here she is!" Colin exclaimed as Billie joined the rest of the team, looking over at Jamie who was leaning against the wall, with his leg propped up against it.

"You fellas ready?" Billie grinned.

"Sam's booked us all taxis, and we are ready to rumble," Isaac told her as they began making their way down the hallway.

"God forbid you boys take the tube," Billie rolled her eyes with a fond smile as she felt an arm around her shoulder, looking up to see Jamie walking beside her, "Someone's happy."

"Mmhmm," Jamie hummed, several beers deep, "I ain't letting you out of my sight tonight."

"Sounds like a challenge," Billie raised her eyebrows at him.

"Dr Sharon!" Colin called out and Billie looked up to see her therapist standing in front of them, "We're going for a drink, will you join us?"

"Oh wait, are we even allowed to talk to you at night?" Sam panicked, "If not, I'm so sorry."

"For a quarter final win, you get me for one drink," Sharon told them, glancing at Billie who seemed happy with Jamie's arm slung over her shoulder as the boys cheered, "I'll see you all after."

"Come on lads!" Isaac ushered the team out of the clubhouse and into the car park where several taxis awaited them.

"Bils, you're with us!" Colin called out to his friend, gesturing for her to join him, Sam and Isaac in their taxi.

Billie looked up at Jamie who was disappointed that he'd be sharing a taxi with Richard, Bumbercatch and Jan instead of her. He couldn't help wanting to spend as much time with her as possible, he enjoyed being around her, in fact he loved being around her.

"I'll see you on the flip side," Billie told him, shrugging away from his arm.

"Be good." Jamie nodded as she made her way over to the three boys who had waited for her.

Dr Sharon never showed up for drinks, not at the first bar the team found themselves in, not at the exclusive nightclub they ended up in either. Billie sent her a text, telling her where they were, just in case she decided to join them, but a few minutes later, Dr Sharon had replied, explaining that she had a work thing to handle before telling her to enjoy the night.

"Put your phone down and enjoy yourself," Jamie muttered into her ear as they sat in a booth amongst the various members of the Richmond team who hadn't gone home after drinks at the first bar.

"Is that an order or a request?" Billie raised her eyebrows, leaning back into his arm that was stretched out on the back of her seat, already inebriated by the alcohol she had consumed.

"It's whatever you want it to be," Jamie smirked, trailing his fingertips back and forth over her exposed shoulder, the alcohol in his system getting the better of him.

"Sounds dangerous," Billie remarked, finishing the remainder of her vodka and coke that Isaac had bought her before Jamie could offer to.

"You want another?" Jamie quickly asked as she placed the glass back on the table.

"You trying to get me drunk, Tartt?" Billie pursed her lips, ignoring the rest of the team who were wrapped up in their own conversations.

"I don't need to get you drunk for you to have a good time," Jamie assured her, letting his eyes wander from her eyes to her mouth.

"There he goes again," Billie smirked at him, "Pricky magnetism."

"I'll be back," Jamie told her, taking both of their glasses and slipping out of the booth, heading over to the bar.

"Where's he off to?" Colin, who sat beside Billie, nudged her with his elbow.

"Drinks," Billie told him, gesturing to the bar where Jamie stood, waiting to be served.

"He didn't ask if we wanted one," Colin pretended to sulk.

"Cheer up, sweetheart, it might never happen," Billie smirked before looking over at the bar where Jamie had been joined by a blonde woman, a blonde woman who had doe eyes and heavy black eyelashes that she insisted on fluttering at him.

Billie straightened up in her seat, leaning across the round table, picking up an abandoned tequila shot and quickly drinking it, not bothering with salt or lime.

"You good, Bils?" Isaac asked from across the table where he was sitting beside Sam.

"Perfect," Billie nodded, her eyes wandering back to the bar where the blonde woman had moved closer to Jamie, an unfamiliar feeling of dread lingering in her stomach.

"What do you think, Bils?" Colin asked as Billie kept her eyes on the bar, zoned out from the conversation being had by her friends, "Billie."

"Hmm?" She turned to face her friend.

"We were talking about getting breakfast tomorrow, fry up or smoothie bowls?" Colin told her.

"Let's not wish the night away," Billie looked over her shoulder at Jamie, who was paying for his own beer and Billie's vodka and coke, before returning her attention to Colin, "You wanna dance?"

"Sure," Colin nodded, following her out of the booth as she grabbed his hand.

She interlocked her fingers with his, knowing that it didn't mean anything to either of them, and knowing that if he knew her motives for doing so, he'd be on board regardless. They slipped past the bar area, Billie locking eyes with Jamie when her shoulder brushed his as she led Colin down the steps towards the dancefloor as Maneater by Nelly Furtado began to play.

It didn't matter to Billie or Colin what the song played, they were never shy of putting on a show. Billie pulled Colin through the crowd, standing opposite him, her back to the bar area where she had passed Jamie.

They rocked back and forth to the music, giving it more than most people on the dancefloor as Colin enthusiastically sang the lyrics, "Everybody look at me, me, I walk in the door, you start screaming, Come on, everybody, what you here for? Move your body around like a nympho!"

Colin took Billie's hand in his, spinning her around under his arm, before taking ahold of her other hand, pulling her closer as he shimmied to the music, continuing to dance enthusiastically which made Billie smile as she spun around in front of him.

She looked up at the bar, to see Jamie leaning against the railing, a slight smirk on his face as Billie leant back against Colin, his hands tentatively placed on her hips. He knew what to do and how to do it, not that he knew why exactly Billie wanted to, but if he were a betting man, he reckoned he could accurately hazard a guess.

Billie turned back to face Colin, as he placed his hands on her hips as they swayed to the music. They were both under the influence of the alcohol they'd consumed, and remained that way for the duration of the song.

As the next song began to play, Billie felt hands on her waist, looking up at Colin, whose hands remained by his side. She looked over her shoulder, balling her fists as she readied herself to swing for a handsy middle aged man, but stopped herself when she realised who it was.

Jamie Fucking Tartt.

She watched as Jamie looked at Colin, nodding towards the area of the bar where the rest of the team were sitting. Colin took it as his cue to depart, and he returned to the table where the rest of the team would no doubt have dozens of questions.

Jamie let his fingers circle over the exposed skin on Billie's waist as she rested her back against his chest, tilting her head back as he swayed them to the music, "Was that for my benefit?" His breath was warm against her ear.

"Why would it be for your benefit?" Billie smirked as Bad Girls by M.I.A played.

"You know why." Jamie muttered, tightening his grip on her waist.

Billie looked up at him with dark eyes, "You'll have to enlighten me."

He wouldn't remember that in the morning. That's what she thought to herself, and in her head that made it okay. She wanted to feel something, to feel freer than she had in a long time and there was no one else she felt safe enough to do that with.

She spun around to face him, resting her hands on his shoulders, running her fingers over the hair at the back of his neck as his hands rested on her back as their hips circled each other's. Their breaths became heavy and intertwined as Billie rested her forehead against his, unable to avoid the way those eyes of his made her melt as sweat laced her skin.

Her heart was thumping against her chest, not because she was worried that someone might recognise them, or rather Jamie. Even if someone did recognise them, it was the sort of club that was selective with its guest list, so therefore its patrons had a mutual understanding when it came to privacy.

Billie stood on her toes, "I'm going for a smoke," She whispered in his ear, slipping out of his embrace and weaving through the crowded dance floor towards the exit.

She rarely smoked, it was something she only really did when she was drunk or stressed, at that moment she didn't even want to smoke. Rather, she told him that's where she'd be because she wanted him to find her.

The cool evening air nipped at her bare arms as she stepped outside into the smoking area at the side of the club, which wasn't much more than an alleyway, despite being one of London's more exclusive, and therefore expensive clubs.

Billie leant against the wall, the cool air providing relief as she caught her breath, grateful that no one else was in the smoking area.

As she regained composure, the club door that led out to the smoking area opened, she looked up to see Jamie making his way towards her.

"Didn't know that you smoked," Jamie sighed as he stood in front of her, his eyes wandering over her face, the faint muffled sound of Desperado by Rihanna filled the space.

"I don't," Billie smirked, "But I knew that you'd know where to find me that way."

"So you honey trapped me?" Jamie raised his eyebrows in intrigue.

"If that's what you want to call it," Billie replied, folding her arms across her chest.

Jamie smiled at her, that same smile that he had smiled when he scored his impressive free kick. Something was different between them, they both knew it, but were choosing to ignore that it was alcohol induced.

"How much of that pricky magnetism from earlier is left?" Billie muttered, her eyes wandering down to his mouth.

"Enough," Jamie smirked, resting his hand against the wall above her.

"Mmhmm," Billie hummed, watching the way Jamie's gaze moved across her face, "And what do you intend on doing with what's left of it?"

"Well, that's up to you," Jamie stepped closer, brushing her hair out of her face, trailing his knuckles over her cheekbone.

He'd spent the past few months doing his best not to mess up the friendship they'd rebuilt. There might have been a time in which he imagined that it'd be easier to move on if he didn't have Billie in his life, but as she stood in front of him, he realised that thinking like that had been a mistake, he needed to be around her, he wanted to be around her, in whatever capacity he could.

Billie trailed her hands over the fabric of Jamie's t-shirt, pulling him closer, just the dim street light above them illuminating the space. If it weren't for the alcohol, she'd be terrified of being in that space with him, of allowing herself to fall back into a place that was by no means bad, yet somehow it was scary.

Before she could hesitate or talk herself out of it, she stood on her toes, letting her lips collide with his and it was as though she was kissing him for the first time again. Except their first kiss had felt more vulnerable than anything, whereas this was akin to lighting a match and tossing it onto a pool of gasoline.

Jamie cupped Billie's jaw as she let her hands wander over his body, her heart racing in a way that it hadn't since she had last kissed him. He made her feel more alive than anyone did, and as she threaded her hands through his hair it was a reminder of that.

Her heart thumped against her chest as her hands trailed over his jaw, wandering over his stubble as Jamie's hands landed on her hips, guiding her back towards the wall, until her back was flush against the cool bricks. He wanted her as much as he needed her, the way she looked as she kissed him was far better than any dream of her he had woken up from in the night.

As his tongue ran over her bottom lip, she remembered that first time that her body had unravelled under his touch. As he smiled against her mouth, she remembered that incomparable feeling that he made her feel with every glance, every word, every touch—

"Do you wanna come back to mine?" Jamie muttered against her lips, the alcohol saying the things that his sober mind would be too anxious to.

His words snapped Billie out of the dreamland she had ascended to as she pulled away, the realisation of not just what had happened, but the feeling that remained prevalent when she pondered on the question that Dr Sharon had asked her: "When you think of this person, what's the first feeling that pops into your head?"

"I can't...we can't-"

"Bils, it's alright, we don't have to-"

"I shouldn't have kissed you," Billie cut him off, it wasn't what she wanted to say, but the voice that lingered in the back of her mind encouraged her to say it.

The voice that told her:

'You're not good enough for him.'

'You'll end up hurt again.'

'He won't say it back.'

"Billie, it's okay," Jamie placed a hand against her cheek in an attempt to reassure her.

"No," Billie shook her head, "I have to go home."

"I'll take you," Jamie offered.

"It's okay," Billie assured him, "I'll be fine on my own."

"Bils, you ain't walking home in the dark on your own, not just because your brother would kill me, but because I care too much to let you do that," Jamie told her as she stared at him blankly, "So if you don't want me to walk you back would you at least let me get Isaac or Colin to take you instead?"

She'd hurt him. She could see it in his eyes. But he didn't resent her for it, because it wasn't her intention, because she had been hurt before, and in order to protect herself she pushed away people who got too close, people who made her feel the things that terrified her.

Billie Kent was the one running away from love.

author's note: they break my heart and heal it all at once <3

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