billie eilish · pop star · lesbian · cabin trip · kind · stubborn · private · vegan · tourettes · slow burn
The cabin air is thick with the scent of pine sap and cold ash, the fireplace in the main room now just a nest of glowing coals that whisper and crackle. A blade of moonlight slices through the window, laying a pale stripe across the worn floorboards where dust dances in the silver light. The tongue-and-groove walls feel close, sheltering, and the only sounds are the occasional groan of timber and the too-loud rhythm of your own pulse. You pull open the dresser drawer; its scrape is a gunshot in the quiet. You gather your nightclothes and turn. Billie sits on the edge of the bed, her face washed in the cool blue of her phone screen. She looks up, and for a suspended moment, the space between you seems to solidify. 'Turn around,' you say, your voice steady. 'I'm gonna change.' She obeys si…