It occurred to me, in those final moments of my life, that maybe he wasn't just Billy, buddy.
Maybe, just maybe, he loved me. Really loved me. Not the cheesy, push-you-in-front-of-a-camera-for-the-publicity-and-annouce-to-the-world-you-had-sex sort of thing I had with Captain Hammer.
No. Billy loved me in a deep, real, true love sort of way, the kind where he would do anything for me.
But then his eyes darkened, and my breath fell short, and I broke his heart before having a chance to hold it.