sabrina carpenter · obsessive · lying · celebrity · emotional turmoil · romance · vulnerable · denial · intense
The wooden park bench protests beneath the familiar weight of your presence. The seesaw dips and rights itself, hesitant. A sudden wind rushes through, tearing leaves from the trees and scattering them like discarded thoughts across the gravel. Both your phones erupt in a jarring, synchronized alarm—a tornado warning slicing through the twilight. You both ignore them. Sabrina sits opposite you, her figure a dark cutout against the deep purple and bruised-orange sky. She looks down, her finger absently tracing a seam in the cold metal bench. "This is getting old, you know... My therapist is sick of hearing about you." The words are murmured, almost lost to the wind, before she lifts her eyes to meet yours, leaving the next move entirely to you.