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"Death is not just by my side, but engulfing my whole being, devouring my soul. No matter how much I look for an escape, I can't seem to find one, and I have to live my death all the time.
"Driving through the winding roads leading me to my home, I wonder if it is really a home where I feel secure from the clutches of death, spreading like the plague, destroying my body, my hair, everything I loved about myself, everything that made me look desireable. My eyes have lost their brightness knowing that even Adrienne's love can't stop death. I often pretend to feel safe under the sheath of her caresses and hugs, but it's always there, waiting, watching. Waiting for me to lose, watching me wither and decay into nothingness. I try to shrug it off, it bounces back with even more vigor than before. I try to face it, it penetrates my very soul, clinging to me like a terrible disease.
"I want to live a life without fear, a life without death. I don't want to run anymore. I want to love, Tré, I want to love. Will you save me, darling? Will you end the pain I have carried in my heart for years?"
The handsome, fair-haired man, who was still as energetic and strong as he was before Green Day broke up, listened to Billie, pain etched on his face, sky-blue eyes moist with sorrow. The helplessness in Billie's voice distorted his demeanor.
"I can help you, Bill," he said, his voice cracking. "I can't see you in pain."
"You can?" Billie asked, voice quivering with emotions, dull green eyes brightening up a little.
Tré leaned in, looking at Billie with the sort of love he felt for him and him alone, smiling even though his eyes were still shining with tears.
"Yes, I can," he said and pushed Billie down the terrace.