is it over now? ;; matt sturniolo

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emails i can't send - sabrina carpenter

❝ god, i love you, but you're such
a dipshit ❞

dad.
Hey kid

natalie
hi dad..

dad.
We haven't talked in a while.
How have you been?

natalie
i've been okay
why are you texting me?

dad.
Well since we haven't talked in a
while, I figured that we should
meet again

natalie
meet?
dad, are you high?

dad.
No I'm not sweetie
I just wanted some father-daughter time.

natalie
u want me to fly to boston?
because u wanna to spend time with me?

dad.
You are absolutely right honey.
Since you're all famous and stuff, I'm
surmising that you can pay for your
own tickets.

natalie
mhm okay

dad.
Great!
I'll see you then

Natalie's mind was enveloped in a haze of confusion.

She emitted a low, guttural groan as she gently set her phone down, surrendering to the plush embrace of the couch. With her palms delicately veiling her eyes, she sought solace in the darkness.

Natalie's mind languished in a state of perplexity, entangled in a web of thoughts. She lingered, suspended in contemplation, before releasing a weary sigh. Rising from the depths of the couch, she embarked on a deliberate journey towards her bedroom, each step a testament to her resolve.

As Natalie stepped into her room, a sense of anticipation filled the air. With a deliberate motion, she swung open the closet doors, unveiling a world of possibilities within. Crossing the room with purpose, she made her way towards her bed.

As Natalie gracefully descended to her knees, her eyes fell upon the luggage nestled beneath her bed. With a determined grasp, she reached out and retrieved it, feeling the weight of anticipation in her hands.

With a swift motion, Natalie unzipped her luggage, revealing its hidden contents. She reached into the depths of her closet, carefully selecting garments that would accompany her on her trip.

As the weight of the secret burdened her heart, Natalie carried a heavy silence within her.

Never had she uttered a word to anyone, guarding the painful memories of her father and the unspeakable acts he had inflicted upon her.

Locked away in the depths of her soul, the darkness of those experiences remained hidden from the world, a haunting secret she bore alone.

In the realm of Natalie's trust, there exists a solitary confidant who holds the knowledge of her father's dark past. Matt stands as the sole witness to her pain and the guardian of her deepest secrets.