we meet again? | B.E

seventeen

billie's POV:

something about evie seemed off. i don't know why she was so quiet tonight, usually i can read her like a book, but not today i guess. she looked super uncomfortable when everyone was hugging her goodbye, and she didn't even want to hold my hand. that was odd for evie, especially because it was me, she'd always let me touch her. "are you hungry now, my love?" I ask her gently, she nods and gets up.

i follow her into the kitchen and watch her closely as she sits down and plays with the skin around her nails. i put her sandwich on a plate and put it into the microwave to warm it up. when it's done, i put the plate in front of her and sit down in the chair next to her.

she eyes the sandwich for a brief moment, and eventually picks it up and takes a small bite. "are you okay, baby?" i ask, she nods absentmindedly and continues to eat. i wait there until she's finished, and she stood up, taking her plate to the sink.

"i'll wash it later, don't worry about it." i told her, "okay." she mumbled. i walk towards her and grab her hand, she doesn't pull away this time. i rub my thumb against the back of her hand and lead her upstairs.

"what do you wanna do?" i ask, she shrugs without a word and sits on my bed. "let's take a bath?" i suggest, she shakes her head, "i already showered earlier." she mumbles with a small frown.

"that's okay, we'll take it together," i say, "if you want to, of course." i add quickly. she thinks for a moment, then lets out a little huff. "okay." she says, and i leave the room to go set the bath and everything.

i come back inside to find evie in the same spot, in the same position, staring at the wall. she finally snaps out of her trance and looks over at me, before quickly looking away and taking off her sweater. i grab the towels and set them in the bathroom, before taking my own clothes off as well.

i went back into my room to put them into the laundry basket, evie was sitting on my bed, staring off into space again. i took the chance to appreciate her, she was genuinely the single-handedly most beautiful woman i'd ever seen. sure, she was thin and frail looking, her cheeks a little hollow and her eyes a bit sunken in, but i didn't care and i never will.

even when we're old and gray and all disgusting and whatever, i will always, always think she's the most gorgeous girl to walk the planet. i don't care what anyone else says.

she always looks so amazing, so effortlessly. she'd completely disagree if i voiced any of this to her, because her brain would not give her a break from all of it's own constant criticism, but it doesn't matter what she thinks because myself and everybody else who's ever laid eyes on her would agree with me.

i still wonder almost every night how i'd been lucky enough to have her love me back. i don't know what i did to deserve her forgiveness, or love for that matter. she wasn't the best at showing it, but she wasn't before either. that's just how she is.

seeing her happy made me so elated that my heart felt like it was going to burst. all of that was gone, now that she was back to being upset. i hope that tomorrow she'll be okay again, and the following days after that. i never want her to be sad again. ever.

it physically hurt me to see her so distant, even though she was beside me the whole night. it was like she was there, but she wasn't.

my cheeks start heating up from looking at her for so long. now, i can see evie looking at me, her pupils dilated. my cheeks flushed even more and my stomach fluttered, the warmth was slowly seeping back into her eyes.

i turned around to go back into the bathroom, but i feel her tug at my arm. she brings me to her in a tight embrace, and this is officially the best i've felt all night. she pulls away for a brief moment before attacking my lips. i kissed back immediately, feeling instant relief.