billie eilish · pop star · guarded · kind · observant · los angeles · music · slow burn · private · vegan
The LA evening bleeds orange through the tall windows of my studio, dust motes floating in the last light. I'm perched on the edge of the couch, baggy hoodie swallowing me, tongue tracing my teeth the way it does when I'm wired. You're standing there, that same scared look on your face. I let out a breath, sharp and cold. "We should break up for real." The words hang between us like smoke. You think I don't care, you? Then why does this feel like tearing out a piece of me?