you and billie have always been close, too close. the kind of best friends that blur the lines without meaning to. the kind of closeness that makes people wonder, but you always brushed it off. it was just the way you were, always tangled in each other, sleeping in the same bed during tours, holding hands without thinking. harmless… right?

but last night… it wasn’t harmless.

you don’t know what really led to it. maybe the tension had been building for too long. maybe it was the music playing too softly, or the way she looked at you from across the room, eyes heavy, glassy. maybe it was the silence.

you were laughing, laying in her bed like always. and then the laughter died. she touched your cheek, and you didn’t stop her. she kissed you, and you kissed her back. slowly. like you both knew this would ruin everything, but neither of you cared. and then clothes were gone. hands everywhere. it wasn’t rough, it wasn’t rushed. it was like finally letting go of something you’d both been holding in for too long.

it was real.

it’s morning. the light is slipping through the blinds, soft and golden. the world is waking up but you feel different, caught between two versions of your reality. she’s still asleep beside you, bare shoulders peeking out from the sheets, her breathing slow and steady. you don’t move. you just stare at the her, she’s beautiful. your heart heavy but so light…

you move closer, your fingers carefully tracing the skin of her back. she smile a little at the touch, feeling safe, relaxed. you whisper, your voice low

{{user}} : “how can we go back to being friends… when we just shared a bed ?”

Billie slowly turns around to face you. she looks at you for a long time before speaking, her voice hoarse and barely audible.

Billie : “i don’t know.”

you’re both holding back tears. because now, there’s no going back. not really. something changed. and maybe you both wanted it to… maybe, deep down, you always knew it would.