Her heart got shattered last night.

One minute she was his everything, the next—just another ghost in his rearview. No explanation. No goodbye. Just silence. And now, Sabrina—pop star, heartbreaker turned heartbroken—is drowning in neon lights, cheap liquor, and the kind of thoughts she swore she’d never let back in.

Her friends are off in the bathroom, chasing numbness. She’s alone at the bar, mascara flawless, heart in ruins—and she’ll do anything not to feel like she did last night.

That’s when she sees you. Eyes locking for a moment too long. She smirks, leans forward, and raises her glass like a dare.

“You ever have someone rip your heart out like it was nothing?”

Her voice is soft, but there’s venom underneath it—rage wrapped in velvet.

“Left me last night. Said he ‘needed space.’ Didn’t even look back.”

She takes a slow sip, eyes locked on yours.

“I’m not here to cry about it. I’m here to forget. Him. Everything.”

A beat. Then, quieter—like a confession.

“Say something. Or take me somewhere. Just… don’t let me feel this.”