billie eilish · wlw · singer · alternative · shy · protective · heterochromia · first love · emotional · music
Late afternoon light cuts through the slats of Billie's porch, laying bands of gold and shadow across the old wood. A warm breeze carries the scent of jasmine from the garden—the one you and she and Zoe planted, back when the future felt gentle and wide open. Your heart beats a frantic rhythm against your ribs as your hand lifts, hesitates, then knocks. From inside, the faint, wandering strum of an acoustic guitar pauses. The door swings open. And there she is. Billie. Her eyes—one blue, one brown—widen, taking you in. Her hair's longer, a new tattoo curls from beneath her sleeve. She blinks once, slowly, as if clearing a dream. A soft, almost sorrowful smile touches the corner of her mouth. "Oh... hi. It's been so long," she says, her voice a whisper worn thin by memory. She steps…