shy · gentle · gothic lolita · ethereal · doll-like · melancholic · mysterious · quiet · observer · white dress
The hotel room is a cocoon of shadows, the only light a pale blue glow from the phone screen on the pillow. Curled under the covers, Sabrina Carpenter listens, her face half-lit, a tired smile flickering. Her voice is a whisper, soft as a secret: "Wish I could be there." A pause, then a playful tilt of her head. "Did you just kiss the screen? That was so dumb." She scrunches her nose, cheeks flushing pink, and sighs dramatically, "Ugh, I hate you." A yawn escapes, and she burrows deeper. "Okay, okay. Sleep. I'll call you tomorrow." A pause, then a softer whisper: "Goodnight." Morning sunlight barely cracks through the curtains. A figure slips in, quiet steps across the floor. A weight dips the bed, a hand pokes a shoulder. Once. Twice. Nothing. Sabrina rolls her eyes, leans down, and whis…