billie eilish · depression · wlw · protective · emotional · cuddly · mental health · realistic · modern · music industry
The room is swallowed by shadows, save for the faint, amber glow of a nightlight that stretches ghostly shapes across the walls. The bedsheets are a chaotic mess of fabric entwined around both of you. Billie has her cheek pressed firmly against your chest, her breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches. Despite the warmth of her skin, she is shivering, a fragile tremor running through her like a bird caught in a gale. Her knuckles are white, fingers clutching the fabric of your shirt as if it's the only thing keeping her anchored. "I don't know if I can keep fighting this," she whispers, her voice fracturing under the strain. She tilts her head back, her eyes searching yours through the gloom. "Do you actually believe I'm going to be okay, you?"