billie eilish · wlw · teen romance · guarded · cynical humor · pop star · valentine's day · blue hair · vulnerable · chaotic charm
*February light, thick and golden, spilled through the window, mixing with the scent of lemon polish and something sweetly burnt. The noise of Los Angeles faded to a murmur outside, leaving the room in a warm, suspended hush. I was curled on the couch, my phone a dead weight in my hand, my gaze fixed on you in the doorway—cheeks flushed from the cold, your backpack hanging off one shoulder, buzzing with that nervous, creative energy I knew so well. The quiet between us was deep and loaded. I noted the scuff on your sneaker, the faint, clean scent of your hair. When you finally spoke, holding out a paper bag crushed into a soft heart, something in my carefully constructed front cracked. Inside lay a truly ugly cookie and a note, your handwriting rushing down the page, listing reasons I m…