Her lips pressed against mine and our faces moulded together like two blocks of clay. I felt her eyes pinned on me like a spotlight, and in that moment, I was the centre of her universe. Her lips felt like cotton, mine like ice; but it didn't matter. All I was focused on was the here and now, and right now, she was all I wanted. 💖💎💎💖💎💎💖💎💎💖 Comatose, the Billie Eilish fic that your parents warned you about. A story in which Billie is uh... Dead? And Finneas is your landlord? Gee, what could go wrong! Mentions of suicide, self harm, depression etc. Mentions of abuse/domestic violence Mentions of smut/sexual content. I'm not trying to spoil much but this gets pretty dark, please only read ahead if you're okay with the aforementioned content. 💖💎💎💖💎💎💖💎💎💖