Billie Eilish - Fingers Crossed // Lyrics -

Elara sat on the edge of her unmade bed, the static of the radio filling the gaps where a voice used to be. The lyrics of a song she’d heard a thousand times—one about holding breath and hoping for a miracle—looped in her head like a broken record. Fingers crossed.

Elara was scared of the wind. It sounded too much like someone whispering her name from the hallway. She was scared of the dust motes dancing in the afternoon sun because they looked like memories she couldn't quite catch. But mostly, she was scared of the truth: that the person she was crossing her fingers for had already let go of hers. billie eilish - fingers crossed // lyrics

So she stood there, a statue of devotion, waiting for the bridge of the song to finally break into the light. Elara sat on the edge of her unmade

She walked to the window. The street below was overgrown, the pavement cracked by stubborn weeds. A rusted car sat abandoned at the curb, its door hanging open like a tired jaw. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass, her interlaced fingers pressing into her palms. "I'm still here," she whispered, her voice a dry rasp. Elara was scared of the wind

She looked at her hands. Her knuckles were white, her fingers literally locked together in a tight, aching braid. It was a superstition she couldn't quit. If she let go, the fragile silence of the house might shatter. If she let go, the person she was waiting for might never find the door.

The song in her mind shifted to that low, haunting hum. Everybody’s scared of something.