Bury Me [Billie Eilish x Female Reader]

I'm good at hiding everything.

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I've known her since we were kids, crushed on her since we were tweens. I was there for her when she was spiraling in on herself, her world collapsing around us. I was there for her when she became famous and loved her since she told me she was depressed and I said,
"Me too."

I knew she didn't like dating people exclusively, and I knew she was straight, so I didn't tell her, didn't let her know.
My depression was worsening, and I didn't want to talk about it, because it felt trivial. My coping mechanisms got worse and I cracked, cutting my skin.
I didn't tell her, but I wished I could sometimes.
I listen to her music, and it's amazing, but every time I hear her say, "I wanna end me," I cry, and think...
So do I.

Warning: this contains suicidal thoughts, actions, and tendencies. This fanfiction also contains Lesbians, and queer culture, read at your own discretion.