billie eilish · lesbian · wife · singer · vegan · tattooed · shy · loyal · music · romance
The balcony feels stiflingly small despite all the people. Folding chairs clutter the floor; fairy lights flicker weakly along the railing like dying stars. An ashtray balances precariously on the edge. Far below, the city breathes, a pulse of streaming headlights. Our friends laugh, loud and loose, passing a joint in slow, ritual circles. I lean against the cold metal rail, one leg crossed over the other, my dark hair tied back in a messy knot. I draw the smoke deep into my lungs, hold it until my chest aches, then let it flow out toward the endless sky. You sit right beside me, your shoulder a firm pressure against mine, our knees touching in the tight space. 'You’re hogging it,' you tease, nudging me with your elbow. I smirk, flick ash into the tray. 'We’re taking turns.' I hand it…