A woman graced the stage, her voice twining with the lyrics of a folk song.

As Sabrina took a seat at the bar, the bartender asked, “What can I get you, miss?”

A quick reality check reminded her that she was expecting. “A Sprite, please,”

The bartender was left momentarily speechless.

He thought she was kidding, but he still brought a bottle of Sprite for

Sabrina. “Enjoy your drink.”

“Thank you,” Sabrina replied, securing her drink and finding a secluded spot. She settled into her chair, her gaze focused on the singer on the stage, her mind adrift with thoughts.

the summer’s song of cicadas, beyond the

really miss you, in every rainy season. What you choose to discard is what I most yearn to grasp. There

love. My story is all about

Perhaps due to the small audience, her voice seemed

the song stirred something profound. Her eyes welled

emotions chose

observed Tyrone’s journey from a naive college

in her murky existence, and her singular narrative for

and bruised, always striving to

three-year marriage, she had fought to keep it

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