Everything I Wanted Billie Eilish Meaning Novels & Stories

"Then what do you want?" Elsie opened her mouth to answer, then closed it. The truth sat on her tongue, heavy and dangerous. She wanted Zuri. She wanted the freedom to love whom she chose without fear of reprisal. She wanted to be seen as a person, not a pawn, not a bargaining chip, not a prize to be won by the highest bidder. But she could not say any of that. Not to her mother. Not to anyone. "I want to be left alone," Elsie said instead.

"You're so mean! I hate you!" "Truth hurts, Steph!" "Whatever. So, what song are we going to sing tomorrow?" "Hmm. How about this?" I ask, playing the song I have chosen. /I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad Buy all of the things I never had Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen/ /Oh every time I close my eyes I see my name in shining lights, yeah A different city every night, oh I I swear the world better prepare

All Ella ever wanted was a family of her own. When she was finally able to speak, her voice was broken, “Why does it have to be so hard, Zoe? Why’s the universe tormenting me? Why can’t any of my wishes come true? “I really loved my baby. I even decided on a name. It’s Ellis! I’d make sure he gets all the happiness he deserves for the rest of his life!” Then, her voice became hoarse and she could only wheeze.

"But you, my sweet replacement, you want everything." The words landed in Eve's bones. Not because they were a revelation. Because they were a confirmation of something she had been carrying alone since the morning she woke up different, since the dream and the Dreamveil and the heat that would not leave her body and the wild edge and the ancient tree and all of it, all the wanting she had been managing and suppressing and pretending was something smaller than it was. You want everything. Yes. She did. She genuinely did and she had not said it out loud to anyone and hearing it said to her, plainly and without judgment, made her eyes sting in a way she did not entirely expect.

And what, exactly, is the kind of fate she’s talking about? Shall I die with my head tumbling on the ground? Will I be killed by a Hearteater or by a— ‘I only wanted to be loved, to be accepted for what I am…’ That dream is returning to my senses again. That dream where I first saw Eliane talking to me. ‘I only wanted to be worshipped like how I worship the Goddesses. I only wanted…’ I can still remember how I cried as I cupped her face, her weeping face.

I laid there with my eyes closed as all the memories flooded back. It was like seeing my life flash before my eyes. I did not need air anymore, but I felt the need to take a breath. It was a lot to take in. I had a life with Anthony. I was happy. I had friends. I was loved. What more could I have asked for? But I did ask for more… for a life with him. My want had made a dent in our relationship. I was barely around Anthony these past two years. All because I asked too much of him. Then when he grants my wish, after I promised nothing would change how I feel… I deny him. I turned away… all because he loved me enough to tell the truth.

Olive said softly. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admitted. “I don’t know what I want.” Maya sat beside me, putting an arm around my shoulders. “Okay. Forget both of them for a second. What do you want, Elena? Not what Nathan wants. What do you want?” I closed my eyes, trying to find an answer in my messy thoughts. “I want peace,” I said finally. “I want to breathe. I want to figure out who I am without either of them pulling me apart.”

) Nigahon mein dekho meri jo hai bas gaya (that who's living (can say stuck) in my eyes,) Woh hai milta tumse hoobahoo (that looks exactly like you,) Jaane teri aankhein ya baatein thi vajah… (I don't know whether your eyes or talks were the reason,) Hue tum jo dil ki aarzoo (that you became the wish of heart,) Tum paas ho ke bhi (you, even though near,) Tum aas ho ke bhi (you, even though wished for,) Ehsaas ho ke bhi (even after being a feeling,) Apne nahin aise hai hum ko gile (are not mine, why do I have such complaints,)

He replied softly “But I’m scared, doc. It’s like… my own mother didn’t want me to know about the things that I have forgotten. Even my sister always tries to hide things from me and every time I ask them, they’ll just keep quiet and avoid the whole conversation. I don’t know... if none of them wanted to say anything. That must’ve meant something, right? That they care so much about me so they chose to hide the truth from me so I won’t get hurt?”

“Not if you’re willing to try. But you have to want it, Nathan. You have to want to make things right, not just for them, but for yourself. For us.” Nathan nodded slowly, his grip tightening on my hands. “You’re right. I’ve been so focused on protecting what I have that I’ve lost sight of what really matters. I’ll talk to them. Both of them.” I smiled, a small glimmer of hope breaking through the tension. “That’s all I ask.” Nathan pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmured. I rested my head against his chest, closing my eyes. “No, you don’t. But I’m here anyway.”