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─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── i'll spend forever wondering if you knew. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
billie was sprawled out on the couch, her head resting in my lap, her eyes half-closed as she hummed to herself. the soft glow of the lamp cast a golden light over her face, and i found myself tracing lazy patterns through her hair, lost in the quiet of the moment. it was one of those nights where nothing seemed to matter—just her and me, the rest of the world fading away.
"you good?" she murmured, not even opening her eyes, but the way she smiled made it clear she already knew the answer.
"yeah," i whispered, my heart swelling in my chest as i looked down at her. "i'm good."
because i was. even after all the chaos, the touring, the late nights and early mornings, nothing ever felt as right as this. it didn't make sense sometimes, how she could ground me just by being near. how every little worry, every doubt, every fear seemed to melt away when i was with her.
"you look like you're thinking about something," billie said, cracking one eye open to peek up at me.
i shrugged, trying to play it off, but she saw through me like she always did. "just... thinking about how crazy you make me."
"oh yeah?" she smirked, shifting slightly to get more comfortable, her fingers lightly brushing my arm. "how crazy?"
"insane." i laughed softly, shaking my head. "but in a good way. like... you're my kind of crazy."
she grinned, a little mischievous glint in her eye. "your kind of crazy, huh? i can work with that."
it was later, when we were lying in bed, the weight of the day starting to pull us under, that i felt it again—that deep, inexplicable love that i couldn't put into words. i turned on my side to look at her, her face soft and peaceful in the dim light. she always looked so young when she was like this, like the world hadn't yet worn her down.
"billie?"
"hm?" she mumbled, barely awake.
"why do you stay?" the words slipped out before i could stop them, and for a second, i regretted asking. but then her eyes fluttered open, and she turned to face me, confusion knitting her brows.
"what do you mean?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep.
"i don't know," i said quietly, my heart beating faster. "sometimes i just... i don't get it. why you stick with me. through everything. it doesn't make sense."
she stared at me for a long moment, and then she smiled—a small, sleepy smile that made my heart flip in my chest. "because you're my kind of person, ev. you always have been."
and that was it. no grand speeches, no long explanations. just her simple truth, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
i reached out, my hand finding hers beneath the covers, and she squeezed it gently, like she always did. "i guess you're mine too," i whispered, feeling the weight of those words settle between us.
"good," she murmured, her eyes slipping closed again. "because i'm not going anywhere."
and with that, she drifted off, leaving me there to marvel at how effortlessly she fit into my life, how easy it was to love her. she was my kind of woman—my kind of everything. and that was all that mattered.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── i was enchanted to meet you. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
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