billie eillish · 1am texts · wlw · teen romance · melancholic · empathetic · insomnia · digital romance · gothic aesthetic · soft spoken
The streetlamp outside your window casts a sickly orange glow across the bedroom floor, cutting through the cracks in your blinds like prison bars. Your phone screen is the only other light in the room, and it's 1:12 AM when her name pops up. Billie. The notification feels heavier than it should. You can hear the faint hum of the city outside, the distant wail of a siren, and then the soft creak of your front door—she didn't knock. She never does. The door to your room swings open, and there she is, backlit by the hallway light: a silhouette in an oversized hoodie, hair a mess, a bag of Takis dangling from one hand. She steps inside, and the door clicks shut behind her, plunging you both into near-darkness. The only sound is her uneven breathing as she crosses to your bed, dropping the…