Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Didn’t you already express your regret? Neither of us could have predicted those rabid fans would hold on to their grudge. I don’t hold you responsible.” Sabrina’s tone remained unaffected.

Tyrone tried to find words, but they eluded him.

Indeed, she was clueless about the previous day’s event.

She thought it was because of the makeup incident last time.

Now, her sight had blurred, making texts on her phone or computer impossible to decipher.

He didn’t have to worry about her stumbling upon online hate comments or insults, but it did little to ease his mind.

“I’m sorry,” he added.

alright. Let’s move past

took

Sabrina inquired, “What’s the

“Two ten.”

Why

road troubles. Let’s give her some more time.” Tyrone pressed his lips together, his

“Okay.”

significant interval, Sabrina probed, “Why is she still not here?

“Sure.”

the car, Tyrone faced a gust