𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃, billie eilish

𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓷 𝓹𝓽.2

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i'll spend forever wondering
if you knew.
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i stand frozen for a moment, watching her through the window, the rain pouring down around her like some kind of scene from a movie we used to laugh at. she looks smaller somehow, like she's lost in the storm and not sure if i'll let her back in. i could leave her out there. i could let her feel the weight of what she did—of what we lost.

but i don't.

i open the door, and there she is—soaked, shivering slightly, but still with that same look in her eyes. the one that used to make me feel like i was the only person in the world who understood her. for a moment, neither of us says anything. the air between us feels thick, heavy with all the things left unsaid.

"can i come in?" her voice is soft, tentative.

i step aside, letting her into the warmth of the house. she walks in slowly, taking everything in like it's the first time she's seen it, though nothing's changed. except us.

we sit on the couch, the sound of rain filling the silence. i pull my legs up, hugging them to my chest, unsure of where to start. she looks at me, the same way she always did, but this time there's guilt behind her eyes, like she knows what she's done and doesn't know how to fix it.

"i shouldn't have left like that," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "i didn't know how to stay, not with how things were falling apart. i... i panicked."

i stay quiet, waiting. it's her turn to explain.

"i thought it was better to run before it got worse," she continues, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "but it didn't get better, evelyn. it got worse without you. everything did." she looks at me, her eyes glistening with something she's been holding in. "i never wanted to hurt you. i just... i didn't know what else to do."

i take a deep breath, feeling the familiar ache in my chest. "you didn't even give me a chance to help," i say, my voice steady but soft. "you just left."

she nods, swallowing hard. "i know. i know, and i'm so sorry. i should've stayed. i should've talked to you, let you in. but i was scared. of losing you, of not being enough."

the words hang between us, and for the first time, it feels like the truth is out in the open, raw and exposed. i can feel the walls i built around my heart start to crack.

"you hurt me," i say, meeting her gaze. "but i missed you, too. i missed you every single day."

her eyes fall to the floor, and i can see the weight of her regret. "i've missed you, too. i didn't realize how much until i left. i thought i was doing the right thing, but it was the worst mistake i've ever made."

there's a long pause, and the rain outside seems to soften as if the storm is fading with us.

"i don't know if we can go back to what we had," i admit, my voice barely audible. "but maybe... maybe we can try to move forward. together."

billie looks up at me, hope flickering in her eyes. "i'd like that," she says, her voice quiet but certain. "i want to try. i'll do whatever it takes."

i nod, feeling the tension between us ease for the first time in months. "then let's try."

we sit in silence for a while longer, the rain still gently tapping against the window, but the storm between us has finally started to calm. she reaches for my hand, and this time, i let her hold it.

it feels different now—more fragile, more careful—but it's still there. the connection we always had. the one that brought her back to me.

and maybe, just maybe, that's enough for now.

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i was enchanted to meet you.
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