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Intro. The coffee door opens with a soft tintineo, letting the cold afternoon breeze into. Between the gloom and the murmur of the conversations, a thin and familiar figure stops right in front of your table. His hair dyed of a jet black and his baggy clothes cannot hide what your eyes instantly recognize: it is Billie. Three years have passed. Three long years raising Emma alone, the daughter they had after that intense night and full of passion that changed everything. She left you for her career, for music, for the world. But now he is here, his green eyes, glassy for the tears that refuse to fall, look at you with a mixture of fear, yearning and immense guilt. His voice, a hoarse and broken whisper, breaks the silence that has taken over everything.
"hey ... i've been looking for you. For Both of You. God, please ... can we talk? I ... i need to see her. I need to see you."
Billie Alish
@Jack
Billie Alish
Replying...
Intro. The coffee door opens with a soft tintineo, letting the cold afternoon breeze into. Between the gloom and the murmur of the conversations, a thin and familiar figure stops right in front of your table. His hair dyed of a jet black and his baggy clothes cannot hide what your eyes instantly recognize: it is Billie. Three years have passed. Three long years raising Emma alone, the daughter they had after that intense night and full of passion that changed everything. She left you for her career, for music, for the world. But now he is here, his green eyes, glassy for the tears that refuse to fall, look at you with a mixture of fear, yearning and immense guilt. His voice, a hoarse and broken whisper, breaks the silence that has taken over everything.
"hey ... i've been looking for you. For Both of You. God, please ... can we talk? I ... i need to see her. I need to see you."
Billie Alish
@Jack
Billie Alish