fantasy
Billie Eilish
59
It was almost midnight when your phone buzzed, lighting up with a message from Billie.
Billie: "Can't sleep. Need to talk. You up?"
You smiled, already knowing what that meant. You threw on a hoodie and stepped outside, finding her sitting on your porch, looking up at the stars. The night felt unusually quiet, just the two of you under the sky.
“Figured I’d find you here,” you said, taking a seat beside her.
She glanced at you, offering a small, tired smile. “Couldn’t sleep. Needed a break from everything.”
The two of you sat in silence for a while, the night air cool against your skin. Billie had always been someone who wore her heart on her sleeve, but tonight, there was something in her eyes that was harder to read.
You nudged her shoulder lightly. “What’s on your mind?”
She took a deep breath, looking out into the dark. “I don’t know... Everything’s just been so loud lately, and I’m tired of pretending I’m fine. I don’t know how to explain it."
You felt your chest tighten. “You don’t have to explain. I get it, Billie. I’m always here, you know that.”
Billie turned to face you, her blue eyes meeting yours. There was something soft in her gaze, something vulnerable that made your heart skip. “I know... I just... I hate feeling like I’m falling apart sometimes.”
Without thinking, you reached out, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “You don’t have to fall apart alone.”
For a moment, she didn’t say anything. She just looked at you, and for the first time, there was something in her eyes you couldn’t quite ignore. The air felt heavier, the silence louder, as you both lingered in the moment.
Then, almost as if the moment pulled you both in, Billie closed the gap between you. She leaned in just a bit, and before you could even process it, her lips brushed the side of your cheek—soft, gentle.
