🌟bILLIE eILISH smut 🌟

apologies... apologies... (b.e.)

AYEEEEE, my old books STAY dominating the ranks

as i should, cuz i eat almost all the time be fr

It's been months since you last saw Billie. The breakup was messy—words said in anger, wounds left open. You both left things unsaid, but now, here you are, standing in the same room at a friend's party.

You didn't expect to see her, but there she is, across the room, her presence still enough to make your heart race.

For a moment, the noise around you fades as your eyes lock across the crowded space. Everything slows down, and in that instant, you can feel the weight of everything between you. The silence, the pain, and the regret. You want to look away, but you can't.

Billie hasn't seen you yet, but you can already feel the pull, like an invisible force that's been holding you both in place, waiting for this moment.

You don't know why you approach. Maybe it's because you miss her more than you want to admit. Or maybe it's because you owe her this, even if you're not sure how to start. You take a deep breath and step forward.

When she finally notices you, her expression flickers with something unreadable. For a moment, neither of you knows what to say. The space between you feels impossible to cross, but then she offers a small, hesitant smile. It's strange seeing her like this—open, vulnerable in a way you're not used to.

You stand there for a beat, unsure of how to even begin. Your chest tightens, and it feels like every word you've been carrying for months is lodged in your throat. But you can't keep avoiding this.

"Billie," you begin, your voice unsteady. "I—I've been thinking about this for so long. About everything."

She doesn't say anything, just watches you with those wide, searching eyes. You know she's waiting for you to speak the truth.

"I'm sorry," you finally say, the words coming out more quietly than you intended. "For how things ended. For all the hurt I caused. I know I didn't listen when you needed me to. And I was selfish. I—"

You swallow, feeling your heart race, a knot forming in your throat. "I never meant to hurt you, Billie. I should've fought for us."

Billie's eyes soften, but she doesn't speak. The silence between you two feels suffocating, yet it also feels like the most honest moment you've shared in a long time.

"I don't expect you to forgive me," you continue, your voice trembling, "but I need you to know that I regret everything. And I... I miss you."

The words hang in the air between you. Billie doesn't move, doesn't speak. But you can see it in her eyes—the same old warmth, the same ache that matches your own.

Then, slowly, she steps closer. Her eyes are still focused on you, and her breath comes a little faster. She's close enough now that you can feel the heat of her body, the familiar scent of her perfume, the warmth of her skin. It's almost unbearable.