Scars Of A Broken Bond

Finishing his water, Tyrone ascended the stairs, leaving the empty glass behind.

Sabrina, having just awoken from her nap, lay sprawled in the bed, mind adrift.

The echo of footsteps outside snapped her back into reality. Her eyes met Tyrone as he pushed open the door.

Yesterday, Sabrina would have been delighted by Tyrone’s return.

Now, she had waited far too long. Her only reaction to his arrival was relief.

His return at this moment was likely in preparation for tomorrow’s impending divorce.

It seemed that he couldn’t wait anymore.

perching himself at the foot of

ask about his previous nights’ absences, but before she could utter a word, she noticed the disarray of his

she detected a familiar

the familiar scent of

thoughts

of Tyrone and Galilea being intimate, but experiencing it firsthand was still a harsh

welled up with

Her dear Tyrone.

That was her husband.

lipstick stain on his collar was so dazzling in her eyes, as if