𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 | billie eilish

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sunday - march 14, 2021

𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧
𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎, 𝟏𝟎:𝟏𝟓𝐩𝐦
𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬

Merely about 72 hours after the celebration of my birthday, Savanna fell unconscious again. But it wasn't until yesterday that she experienced excruciating pain in the near region of her lungs.

Ayron absent himself from us in the midst of the week, on Wednesday. He wasn't there to let the disquieting reality flash right before his eyes.

Accordingly, I had to attend to the nerve-wrecking situation myself and on the instant recognized the indispensability of having to dial the three lifesaving digits for the second time in no more than two entire months.

That being so, my individual history is currently repeating itself for me.

But to my fortune, a specific person is keeping me from falling apart completely in this present situation.

She's near me to appease my tormenting thoughts.

She devotes this night to me, or else I would suffocate in invisible water.

I have sensed a variety of emotions before, but the endearment she's providing me with is similar to a freshly discovered world to me.

At least in my universe.

An atmosphere of quietude surrounds us until I decide to raise my voice minimally.

"By the way," I whisper while my head is resting on her steadily rising and falling chest, "how'd you know about my birthday? Like, the date."

"Remember your hospital bracelet in September?" Billie reminds me and runs her hand through my glossy hair, scratching my scalp a little. "Basically your whole ID card was on there, Ella Jade."

A shiver crawls down my spine as she does so. The combination of her soothing motions and low voice makes it possible.

However, a tad of embarrassment additionally overwhelms me instantaneously.

Once again it's been six days since I last put effort into washing my hair and cleaning my skin thoroughly.

A side effect of depression the media surprisingly doesn't romanticize to the maximum.

"Shut up, you better forget about the Jade real quick, swear to God," I mutter jokingly and feel her chest quiver with merriment; a joyful chuckle escaping her throat.

"It's so pretty, though," she protests quietly and continues massaging the side of my head with subtle movements up to the time that another shiver engenders my body to convulse uncontrollably.

"Look at me for a second," Billie unexpectedly demands in hushed tones.

And so I raise my head from her warm, clothed chest and lock my weary eyes with hers, following her request without delay.

"Do you feel safe and comfortable right now?" she wants to know as she curls a strand of my hair behind my ear, letting her fingertips draw down my neck shortly after.

She looks the epitome of elegance and casualness combined; and she has tremendous charisma that cannot be disregarded when one is nearby.

𝗜'𝗺 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴.

𝗜'𝗺 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿.

I nod almost imperceptibly.