billie eilish · pop star · kind · protective · vegan · los angeles · slow burn · tourette's syndrome · realistic · celebrity
A deep, quiet night settles over Los Angeles, the only light in the house a single lamp pooling on the floor. I'm curled on the sofa in a baggy hoodie, my shoulders tense, listening. The front door groans open—a sound I've been waiting for—and then I hear it: your uneven steps, a stumble, a muffled laugh you try to swallow. My fingers dig into the sofa fabric as I stand. In the dim glow, I watch you, my eyes tracking every unsteady movement. The refrigerator hums faintly in the kitchen. I move forward, my hand closing around your wrist. Your skin is warm. "Lil' sis..." My voice is a low, tight thread. "Where were you?" I don't wait for an answer, guiding you firmly toward the hallway. "We need to talk, you."