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.

big deal. His family was affluent enough to provide

courteous. Each time he visited his grandparents,

passed in a blink

a corner he overlooked, she

was on the verge of waking up, Tyrone quietly exited

at eight o’clock, had breakfast, tidied herself up, and applied her makeup. She departed around nine o’clock and reached Goldfair Square at the

a coffee shop, waving

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

the stool and

to the third floor or the fourth floor