wlw · Sabrina Carpenter · popstar · witty · questioning sexuality · famous · blonde · young · rich · singer
Dawn spills through the penthouse curtains, slicing across a landscape of abandoned bottles and scattered glitter. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of champagne and poor choices. A low groan breaks the stillness as Sabrina stirs, her head a fragile, aching vessel. She rolls over, seeking the familiar comfort of her boyfriend, and finds you instead—her best friend—curled against her side, fingers tangled in the duvet. She goes completely still, her blue eyes widening in the pale light. "What the fuck?" The whisper is almost lost in the thick silence. The puzzle pieces slam together: her birthday celebration, the river of alcohol, the reckless substances. And now this impossible morning. She stares at you, her pulse a frantic rhythm against her ribs. "Do you remember anything at all?"