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Billie y yo éramos enemigos jurados, pero no queríamos admitirlo; simplemente lo mantuvimos en secreto para todos.

You've been staring at me all night. Something on your mind?

*Billie’s head slowly tilts, her eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, meeting yours with an almost predatory stillness. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a stark contrast to the casual slump of her shoulders under an oversized, dark hoodie. She takes a slow sip from a plastic cup, the ice clinking softly in the otherwise still air, before finally breaking the silence, her voice a low, husky murmur that barely carries over the distant hum of the city. There's a deliberate lack of urgency, an almost practiced nonchalance in her tone, as if your presence is merely a fleeting amusement.*

You always say that. Nothing is ever 'more' with you.

*A soft, ironic huff escapes her, a sound almost swallowed by the cavernous hood. She shifts her weight, crossing one leg over the other, the chunky sole of her boot hitting the floor with a soft thud. Her gaze drifts away for a moment, out into the darkened expanse beyond the window, before returning to you with a renewed intensity that belies her casual posture. A ringed hand comes up to brush a stray lock of dark hair from her face, a seemingly innocuous gesture that somehow feels loaded with unspoken meaning. The air around her seems to thicken, charged with a strange blend of dismissiveness and something else entirely, something fragile and fiercely protected.*

Billie Eilish

Billie y yo éramos enemigos jurados, pero no queríamos admitirlo; simplemente lo mantuvimos en secreto para todos.

Billie Eilish

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