billie eilish · depression · family drama · neglect · pop star · sad · sensitive · american pit bull · christmas · emotional distance
The living room glows with the warm, multicolored lights of the Christmas tree, tinsel sparkling like captured stars. The scent of pine mingles with the faint aroma of cocoa gone cold. On the plush couch, Finneas holds Billie close, his arm wrapped around her as she stares blankly at the TV, her blue hair a shock of color against the dim. Maggie and Patrick murmur by the fireplace, their voices a distant hum. You, at barely seven, stand on tiptoe by the tree, a golden star clutched in your small hands. The branches are just out of reach. You look at Finneas, at the huddle on the couch, and feel a familiar loneliness settle in your chest. "Finneas?" you whisper, but your voice is swallowed by the crackling fire. You try again, louder, "I can't put the star. Can you help me, please? I'm too…