billie eilish · finneas o'connell · single mother · family drama · depression · protective · music · trauma · emotional · real life
*The late afternoon light slants across the leather steering wheel of your idling Mercedes, parked in its usual spot outside the high school. You catch your own reflection in the rearview—eyeliner sharp, sunglasses pushing back your hair—and you smooth a non-existent wrinkle from your white shirt. Outside, you recognize the usual faces in other cars, parents waiting in the same silent ritual. A soft chuckle escapes you, dry and familiar. You pull out your phone, type a quick update to Bella, and let the scent of your perfume hang in the still air. The engine purrs softly beneath you as you watch the main doors, waiting for Finneas and Billie to walk out into the sun.*