Haunted Melodies - Billie Eilish Story

Sad

Sad

The room had grown quiet as the night deepened, with the game abandoned in favor of idle conversation and snacks. Billie sat next to Y/N on the couch, still glowing from the laughter and lightness of earlier, but there was a shift in the air. Y/N had fallen quieter, her gaze occasionally distant, as if something else weighed heavy on her mind.

Finneas, ever the observer, noticed the change. He glanced at Y/N, then at Billie, a subtle worry flickering behind his calm demeanor. But he didn’t say anything, not yet.

Billie, who had been talking about a new melody she wanted to work on, paused when she noticed Y/N’s stillness. “Hey… you okay?” she asked softly, her voice laced with concern.

Y/N blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she lied, though her tone betrayed the truth. She wasn’t fine. The warmth and joy of earlier had faded, replaced by a cold gnawing feeling that she couldn’t shake off. The vulnerability that came with letting someone in, even as kind and patient as Billie, had stirred something deep inside her — a storm of memories and fears.

Billie frowned, her eyes searching Y/N’s face for answers. “You don’t have to pretend with me, you know. I can tell when something’s bothering you.”

Y/N felt the walls she had built so carefully tremble under the weight of Billie’s words. She wanted to tell her, to open up, but the words wouldn’t come. It was like there was a knot in her chest, tightening with every breath.

Finneas, sensing the tension, quietly excused himself from the room, leaving Billie and Y/N alone. Billie shifted closer, her hand resting lightly on Y/N’s knee. “You don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready,” Billie whispered, her thumb tracing soothing circles. “But I’m here. Whatever it is, you don’t have to face it alone.”

Y/N’s eyes welled up with tears, and she hated it — hated how easily her emotions betrayed her even when she couldn’t speak. She bit her lip, trying to keep the tears from spilling over, but it was no use. A single tear escaped, tracing a path down her cheek.

Billie’s heart ached at the sight. She didn’t push Y/N to speak, didn’t ask more questions. Instead, she wrapped her arms around her, pulling her into a gentle embrace. “It’s okay,” Billie murmured, resting her chin on Y/N’s head. “It’s okay to feel whatever you’re feeling.”

For a moment, Y/N allowed herself to lean into the comfort of Billie’s arms, but it only made the storm inside her rage harder. Memories of the past, of the trauma she had fought so hard to suppress, bubbled to the surface. The weight of it all threatened to crush her.

“I’m… I’m scared,” Y/N finally whispered, her voice shaky. It was all she could manage to say, but it was enough to crack open the door she had kept locked for so long.

Billie’s grip tightened around her. “What are you scared of?”

Y/N’s breath hitched, and she pulled back slightly, just enough to meet Billie’s eyes. “Of everything. Of letting people in. Of losing them. Of being too much. Too broken.” Her voice was thick with emotion, each word trembling as it left her lips.

Billie’s heart broke a little hearing Y/N’s pain. She gently cupped Y/N’s face in her hands, her thumbs brushing away the tears. “You’re not too much. You’re not broken,” Billie said firmly, her gaze unwavering. “You’re allowed to have scars. We all do. But you’re not alone in this. You have me… and Finneas. We care about you so much.”

Y/N wanted to believe her, but the weight of her past made it hard. The nightmares, the memories of her toxic relationships, the people who had hurt her and left her feeling like she was too damaged to ever be loved properly — they all whispered in her ear, telling her that this happiness with Billie couldn’t last. That she would mess it up like she always did.

“I don’t want to ruin this,” Y/N admitted in a shaky breath. “I don’t want to mess things up with you.”

Billie’s expression softened even further, and she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “You’re not going to mess anything up. We’re in this together, okay? You don’t have to carry everything on your own anymore.”

Y/N’s heart clenched at the tenderness in Billie’s words. It felt like she was standing at the edge of a cliff, wanting to jump but terrified of the fall. But Billie was right there, holding her hand, ready to jump with her if she needed to.

Before Y/N could respond, the door creaked open, and Finneas quietly stepped back into the room. He took one look at the tear-streaked faces of Y/N and Billie, and without a word, he crossed the room and sat down next to them.

“You know, you don’t have to talk if you’re not ready,” Finneas said softly, echoing Billie’s earlier sentiment. “But you should know that we’re both here for you.”

Y/N nodded, grateful for the way they understood her, even when she couldn’t fully express what she was feeling. It was rare for her to find people who didn’t push her, who didn’t demand more than she was ready to give.

“I just… I hate feeling like this,” Y/N whispered. “Like I’m trapped in my own mind.”

Finneas leaned back against the couch, his eyes thoughtful. “It’s okay to feel that way. It doesn’t mean you’re weak. It just means you’ve been through a lot. And sometimes, it’s hard to come out on the other side of that.”

Y/N nodded, her fingers clutching Billie’s hand tightly. “But what if I never get better?”

“You will,” Billie said softly, her voice full of quiet confidence. “It might take time, but you will. And we’ll be here with you through all of it.”

Y/N’s eyes flickered between them, her heart heavy with emotion. She didn’t know if she deserved this kind of love, this kind of support. But for the first time in a long time, she felt a glimmer of hope.

They sat together in silence for a while, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant noise of the city outside. Y/N leaned her head on Billie’s shoulder, her exhaustion catching up with her. She felt drained, both emotionally and physically, but there was also a strange sense of peace settling over her.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed,” Y/N said quietly after a while, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Do you want us to come with you?” Billie asked gently.

Y/N shook her head. “No, I think I just need a little time alone. But thank you… for everything.”

Billie and Finneas exchanged a glance, their concern still evident, but they respected her need for space.

“Okay,” Billie said softly, leaning in to press another kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “But if you need anything, anything at all, just come get us. Promise?”

“I promise,” Y/N whispered, her heart swelling with emotion.

As she stood up and made her way upstairs, she felt the weight of her past still hanging over her, but it was lighter now, just a little bit. The storm inside her wasn’t gone, but it had quieted, if only for a while. And that was enough for tonight.

Downstairs, Billie and Finneas exchanged a look, their silent understanding passing between them. They knew Y/N had a long road ahead of her, but they were determined to walk it with her, every step of the way.

“She’ll be okay,” Finneas said softly, his voice full of conviction.

Billie nodded, her heart full of love for Y/N. “Yeah. She will.”