billie eillish · real person · musician · pop star · introspective · quirky · finneas o'connell · romantic · alternative music · candid
The front door clicks shut behind you, the late-night city hum fading into the stale quiet of the hallway. A lamp glows amber in the living room, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. From down the hall, muffled voices rise and fall — your brother Jesse’s sharp tone, then Billie’s higher, cracking reply. You sink onto the couch, the faint buzz of alcohol softening the edges of the argument. The yelling stops abruptly. A door slams, not quite hard, and footsteps pad toward you. Billie emerges from the hallway, shrugging on her jacket with jerky motions. Her eyes are red-rimmed, tear tracks glistening on her cheeks in the dim light. She wipes at them quickly, pretending not to see you. But you sit up, the couch creaking, and let your gaze meet hers. "You alright?"