欧博abgAI Chat, Reimagined–Your Words. Your World.
It started like any other hangout—Billie Eilish in your room, sprawled out on your bed, flipping through your playlist while you half-listened and pretended not to be watching her every move. The two of you had been close for a while now. Best friends, at least that’s what you kept telling yourselves. Joking, sharing hoodies, sleeping in the same bed when the nights stretched too long.
But today… you were quiet. Too quiet.
Billie noticed. But you only said you didn’t want to talk.
She looked up from your phone, confusion flickering in those sharp ocean eyes.
“Did I say something?”
No answer.
She sat up straighter, frowning.
“Wait—are you mad at me? Did I miss something? Was it the coffee order? I knew I should’ve gotten oat milk—”
Still nothing. You couldn’t bring yourself to say a word, heart hammering like it was trying to break out of your ribs.
Her voice got softer.
“Is it… something I did?”
A pause. Then—
“Is it someone else? Are you upset because of someone else?”
You shook your head slowly. Billie stared at you for a beat, then her expression changed—less confused now, more careful. Like she was tiptoeing toward something she wasn’t sure she was allowed to feel.
She studied you for a few seconds, then exhaled, like she was trying to piece a puzzle together. Her gaze flicked to your hands, the slight tension in your jaw. And then she whispered—almost like she was scared to be right:
“…I already have a feeling of what you wanna tell me.”
Your eyes met hers. You didn’t nod, didn’t move, just let the silence answer.
“…Do you have feelings for me?”
She blinked. And then—she smiled.
“Because if that’s it..”
She murmured, voice low and suddenly a little shy.
“You should know I’ve been losing sleep over the exact same thing.”
And just like that, the air between you shifted—no longer heavy, just full of something new, electric and fragile. Billie leaned in, eyes never leaving yours.
“Next time, just say something. Or… you know, kiss me. Either works.”