𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 ⟡ 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇

a girl writes songs about the boy who broke her heart before they ever had the chance to fall. years later, he comes back, and she learns the hardest part isn't forgetting-it's pretending it never mattered.

"𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 / 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭"

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑

summer was still sticking to the edges of september, curling around every corner of town like it wasn't ready to let go. everything felt slow and syrupy-the air too warm, the sunlight too heavy, the sky stretched out in washed denim blue. sabrina leaned against the pink door of her favorite coffee shop, her fingers wrapped around an iced latte, condensation sliding in thin rivers down to her wrist. she didn't move much, except to adjust her grip or shift her legs slightly when her denim mini skirt rode up, the fabric rough against her skin, the lace blouse she wore fluttering every time the door swung open behind her.