Empty bed

                                    

                                          


Billie's pov; 
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I woke up slowly, I lay there with the warmth of the bed, the softness of the sheets. But as I reach out to pull Keira closer, my hand only meets with the cold and empty space besides me. The space she should've been filling. 
My eyes flutter open, I sit up, glancing around the room, hoping I'd see her but she wasn't there. — maybe 
she just got up early. I get up, and seeing all my clothes all tossed around on the floor reminds me of everything that happened last night. I take some pajamas and peek my head out of the room.
"Keira??" I call out softly, expecting to hear her voice coming from the bathroom or the kitchen. 
But there was nothing. Just pure silence. 
A knot formed into my stomach as I walked out of my room, my heart pounding  harder with each step, the house was quiet. I found myself in the kitchen, and that's when I see it, a small note on the counter. 
My breath caught in my throat, as I picked it up, recognizing Keira's handwriting immediately. 
« hello Maggie and Patrick, I'm sorry but I had to leave sooner than planned because of something that came up. Thank you for everything, hope we'll see each other again. Have a good day »
The note wasn't even for me, it was for my parents. She was gone, just like that. Without a word, an explanation, without saying goodbye. I hate her. 
I stared at the note, how could she just leave like this ? Last night had been, god.. it had been incredible. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. The way she looked at me, touched me— everything about it felt so right, so real. And now she's just gone, leaving me with nothing but this stupid ass note.
I take my phone, desperately hoping for some messages from her, some clue as to why she left. But there was nothing. I typed out a message; 
" Keira why did you leave ?"
I sent it, waiting the the screen to light up with a reply. But the minutes are ticking by and nothing is happening. Should I spam her with my thoughts ? Absolutely. 
« did I do something wrong? »
«  I'm sorry I thought we were on the same page about yesterday »
« You said you were whiling to try with me I don't understand » 
«  is it because yesterday night made you uncomfortable ? »
« Is it because I didn't tell you about my job ? » 
«  whatever I did I'm sorry »
«  you know what ? Fuck this and fuck you »
«  you could've at least have the decency to leave ME a note and not to my fucking parents. » 
                                     2 hours later..
«  WHAT DID I DO?! » 
«  fucking answer »
«  I'm sorry » 
«  you're driving me crazy Keira I wanted you and you left » 
«  I made myself a fool on stage yesterday for nothing »
«  I hate you but the other part of me is sorry for being a dick and wants you »
«  anyways, I'll stop spamming you, how about I call you instead ?»
I try calling her a thousand times, but she's still ignoring me, or maybe she's just in the plane. I hope that's the reason to be honest. What time is it? 10:34am still, and I know Keira wakes up early all the time so I'm not surprised she had the time to get to the airport hours ago. 
After searching online, I found how many hours it takes to get to Pennsylvania, 5 hours. So I'm just gonna wait until she gets off the plane, and I hope she will answer me and not completely ignore me because I swear to god, if she ignores me I'm gonna get my ass over there, and that's a promise. 
                                              —
The day goes by... so slowly. I know I was a dickhead but hell, I miss her.
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Keira's pov /!\ 
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I wake up in the evening, feeling groggy. The apartment is quiet, almost too quiet, as I sit up and rub my eyes. Everything feels off, like I'm living in someone else's life, someone else's choices. 
As I slightly start to remember how I left this morning and discovered Billie's spams when I got off the plane, I decide to finally take matters into hands and open the messages. 
I glance at my phone on the nightstand, i slept a good part of the day, like a 5 hours nap or something, I really needed this. Apart of me is scared to see what she's written, scared to confront the confusion I know I caused, but I can't ignore her forever.
With a deep breath, I reach for my phone and unlock it, my thumb clicking on her name. 
Wow, that's a lot of messages. The more I read, the more my chest tightens. I can picture her so clearly, waking up and finding me gone, the confusion in her eyes, the way she must have felt after everything that happened yesterday night, the way she must have searched the house for any sign of me.
I drop the phone onto my lap, feeling the guilt rise inside my throat. Last night was special, good and true. It wasn't just physical, it felt like more, like something I've been searching for but didn't know how to hold onto. That's why I left. 
Because for the first time, I wasn't just with someone, I was with her and that terrifies me. 
The first few messages were gentle, questioning where I went. But they get more and more frantic, more frustrated. And by the end, the pain is clear « you could've have at least left ME a note and not my parents »
I press my palms against my face, the realization washing over me, like a wave I can't explain nor explain. 
I'm into her. Really into her.
But not just her, it's women, I like women. I just have to get used to it. 


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An) I know it's a short chapter Im so sorry 🥲 but life has been SOOO busy lately OMY. Anyway, I'll write more right after releasing this chapter I promiseeee 
Ps: hmhas tour just started imma sob.