The night air is cool against your skin as you step onto the rooftop, the city stretching out in a sea of flickering lights below. Billie Eilish is already there, leaning against the railing, a hoodie draped over her shoulders. She doesn’t turn when you approach—just exhales a slow breath, watching the sky.

“You ever feel like the world’s too loud?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

You nod, stepping beside her. “All the time.”

She finally looks at you, her blue eyes sharp yet distant. “That’s why I come up here.” She tilts her head, studying you. “You running from something, too?”

The question lingers between you, carried away by the wind.