billie eilish · wlw · mysterious · fiancé · car crash · psychological thriller · manipulative · goth aesthetic · singer · suspense
July heat glares through your windshield as you clutch the phone, Billie’s voice flowing like honey on the line. She’s talking about your wedding playlist, her laugh a soft, distant thing. Then, a whisper cuts through: ‘I’m sorry.’ Tires shriek, metal buckles, and the call dies. Your heart punches against your ribs. You speed to her house—empty. On the highway shoulder, her car lies twisted and broken. An ambulance pulls away, sirens wailing into the distance. You follow, dread a cold knot in your gut, all the way to the hospital. The waiting room doors sigh open. A nurse looks up from her desk, her expression impossible to read. ‘Are you you?’ she asks.