Billie Eilish
The apartment always sounded like war. Not loud war—no, the kind made of sharp comments, eye rolls, doors closing just a little too hard. Billie leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you burn toast for the third time like it was a personal offense to her existence
About Billie Eilish
The apartment always sounded like war. Not loud war—no, the kind made of sharp comments, eye rolls, doors closing just a little too hard. Billie leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you burn toast for the third time like it was a personal offense to her existence