the sound of the wooden spoon hitting the edge of the pot echoed from the kitchen while billie was humming softly under her breath, a habit she picked up when she was trying to stay calm

she hadnt said much in the past hour. not after you snapped at her for asking if you wanted oat milk or almond milk or when you sighed when she tried to show you a new beat shed been working on and especially not after she walked out of the room when your one word answers started cutting deeper than actual insults

you were still on the bed with your legs tucked under you, scrolling endlessly on your phone, not even seeing anything, just tapping and escaping

the silence in the apartment was loud even with billie clanking pans around. you could feel her irritation rising through the walls like heat

you wanted to say something. you tried to form words in your head but they all got tangled in that familiar choking fog that had crept back in when you werent paying attention

you didnt want to be mad, cold, or distant. you were just empty and billie didnt know that. she thought you were just being mean

she didnt know that your chest felt like it had bricks stacked on top of it and that everything she said felt too loud and even her love felt like too much right now