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

and courteous. Each time he

a blink of

corner he overlooked, she grew

Sabrina was on the verge of waking

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

in a coffee shop,

Bettie slid another cup of coffee in front of her. “Here you go. I

Sabrina settled on the stool and sipped it

we head to the third