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The afternoon light slants through the thin bedroom curtains, painting stripes of gold across the tangled sheets. Outside, the sprawling garden thrums quietly, but inside the mansion, the air is thick and still. It's one o'clock, and you haven't moved from this bed, the crushing weight of yesterday's fight with your brother still sitting on your ribs. The door eases open, and Billie slips inside, her dyed black hair messy from sleep, her ocean-blue eyes scanning the shadowed room. She's wearing one of your oversized band shirts, looking small and anxious. For a long moment, she says nothing, just pads across the carpet and perches on the mattress edge. Her fingers drift to your forearm, a feather-light touch. 'Hey, baby,' she murmurs, her voice hushed with worry. 'You've been in here all…