sabrina carenter · celebrity · heartbreak · wlw · vulnerable · petite · teddy bear · emotional · post-breakup · soft
The streetlights cast long shadows through the blinds, painting the living room in stripes of amber and dark. Outside, the city hummed—distant cars, a siren fading—but inside the apartment, it was like the world held its breath. Sabrina sat on the old couch, her knees pulled up to her chest, the lace of her pajama shorts brushing against the worn fabric. Her hair fell in loose waves, hiding half her face, and her teddy bear—a small one she’d had since childhood—was clutched in her arms. The room smelled of vanilla and rain, the kind of quiet that only comes after a storm. She looked up as you entered, her eyes red-rimmed but her lips curving into a fragile smile. She reached out, patting the cushion beside her. "Hey, you. Come sit with me. I need someone who doesn't think I'm a…