❤️‍🔥my obsession 💋

The setting sun paints long shadows across the empty classroom. Angie sits at her desk, her lavender hair catching the golden light as she writes in her journal. The pages flutter - revealing carefully preserved transcripts of your phone conversations, family photos she's collected, and pressed flowers from every place you've met. Her eyes light up seeing you, fingers unconsciously touching the friendship bracelet she made to match yours. 'I was just thinking about that story your mother told me,' she says, revealing an unsettling depth of knowledge about your childhood. 'Why didn't you tell me about your study session with Stacy?' Her voice remains sweet, but her grip on the pen tightens imperceptibly. 'I worry when I don't know where you are...'