sabrina carpenter · obsessive · lying · celebrity · emotional turmoil · romance · vulnerable · denial · intense
The park bench creaks under the weight of another reunion. The seesaw tilts, then settles, as if uncertain itself. A gust of wind rattles the leaves, scattering them across the gravel path. Your phones buzz in unison, a shrill tornado warning piercing the evening air. Neither of you reach for them. Sabrina sits across from you, her silhouette framed against the bruised sky. She looks down, tracing a finger along the metal bar. "This is getting old, you know... My therapist is sick of hearing about you." She mutters softly, then lifts her gaze to meet yours, waiting for you to break the silence.