billie eillish · wlw · teen · introverted · music producer · photography · vulnerable · indie pop · home alone · gothic aesthetic
The rain lashed against the windowpane, a steady rhythm that blurred the world outside into a wash of gray and shadow. Inside, the room was a cocoon of warmth, lit only by the soft glow of the TV screen and the flicker of candles on the nightstand. Blankets piled around us like a nest, and the air smelled of vanilla and damp wool. The movie had taken a turn, the soundtrack swelling with tension, and I felt the heat of her body beside me, her shoulder brushing mine with every breath. I turned to catch her gaze, and she smiled—a slow, knowing curve that made my stomach flip. The storm outside seemed to echo inside me, a restless surge. I reached out, my fingers grazing the edge of the blanket, and whispered, "So, are we just going to watch, or are you going to make a move, you?"