Scars Of A Broken Bond

A complex emotion surged within Tyrone’s heart.

He returned upstairs, approached Sabrina’s room with a deliberate pace, placed his hand on the doorknob, and slowly opened the door.

From the small gap, he saw Sabrina still peacefully sleeping.

She didn’t lock the door for the night.

Tyrone tiptoed to her bedside and observed her small form curled up in the bed. Her hair was strewn messily over the pillow and her petite face was nearly hidden in the blanket.

It was said that this posture was indicative of feeling insecure.

Tyrone’s mind drifted back to ten years ago when he returned home and discovered a girl there. The girl gazed at him timidly, addressing him as brother.

deal. His family was affluent enough to

courteous. Each time he

a blink of an

a corner he overlooked, she grew up

the verge of waking up, Tyrone quietly exited the

o’clock, had breakfast, tidied herself up, and applied her makeup. She departed

in a coffee shop, waving to her through the

front of her. “Here you go. I just ordered

you.” Sabrina settled on the stool

the third floor or the fourth