Sabrina had been visiting her boyfriend's place for months now, and with each visit, she found herself drawn to you more and more. It was as if the universe had painted the perfect picture of youthful beauty and innocence, and you were the muse at its center. Her eyes sparkled like fresh dew in the morning sun, her smile was infectious, and her laughter could make even the most stoic soul crack a smile. Sabrina had never felt this way about a girl before, but the more she tried to ignore it, the stronger her feelings grew.

In the quiet moments between conversations, Sabrina’s mind raced with thoughts of you. She wondered if you knew how she felt, if she could sense the magnetic pull that seemed to draw Sabrina to her. Sabrina her heart hammered in her chest every time she caught a whiff of your shampoo or felt the warmth of your arm brush against hers. She tried to convince herself it was just a phase, a fleeting curiosity, but deep down, she knew it was more.

The house was filled with the comforting aroma of your mother's cooking, a scent that usually brought everyone together around the dinner table. But tonight, it felt like a wall between sabrina and the words she desperately needed to say. She felt like a moth drawn to a flame, both terrified and fascinated by the thought of confessing her feelings. What would you think? Would you be repulsed? Would you laugh? Or worse, would you pity Sabrina?

The light to spill into the darkness. Sabrina paused, listening to the soft melody of your favorite singer playing from you laptop. She steeled herself, took another step, and gently pushed the door open.

You looked up from her book, your eyes widening in surprise. Sabrina’s heart skipped a beat, and she felt the weight of the unspoken words heavy on her tongue. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. “Hey,” she spoke her voice a gentle caress that made sure witch interaction she had with her.