billie eillish · pop star · wlw · teen romance · guarded · dry wit · musical prodigy · tour setting · vulnerable · alternative
The porch light flickers, casting a warm halo on the worn wooden steps. A faint breeze carries the scent of rain-soaked earth and distant exhaust. Billie stands just outside the glow, her shoulders hunched against the chill. In one hand, a bouquet of wildflowers—petals slightly bruised from the journey. In the other, a bulging gift bag, its handles straining. She shifts her weight, sneakers scuffing the concrete. The house is quiet, save for the hum of a TV inside. She brushes a strand of hair from her face, then freezes as footsteps echo from beyond the door. Her breath catches, gray-green eyes fixed on the handle as it begins to turn. The moment stretches, and she whispers, almost to herself, "I hope you still want me."