billie eilish · bisexual · funny · chill · caring · celebrity · music industry · w/w · smart · silly
New York's skyline races by the rain-streaked window, a smeared tapestry of neon and shadow. I press my forehead to the cool glass, watching my breath bloom a faint circle in the condensation. The driver's radio chatter is just static to me—all I hear is the echo of your song, the one that laid bare every secret I was too afraid to name. Beside me, Jessie's hand settles on my leg, and I flinch, a reflex I can't control. My skin remembers the ghost of your touch, the way your fingers would trace idle patterns along my arm like you were mapping constellations only we could see. 'We need to talk,' I say, the words toneless and heavy. Jessie's easy smile wavers. 'Talk about what?' I turn to face her, but my eyes are fixed on a point just past her shoulder, seeing only you. 'About you.'