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.

summer’s song of cicadas, beyond the city’s

gaze, simply mesmerizing. I fear losing sight of it. Time refused to pause, leaving me in a constant wait for you. I really miss you, in every rainy season. What you choose to discard is what I most yearn to grasp. There wasn’t enough time. My story is all about you. How did

love.

voice wasn’t extraordinary, just ordinary. Perhaps due to the small audience,

Her eyes

pent-up emotions chose this

observed Tyrone’s journey from a naive college boy

beacon in her murky existence, and her singular narrative for the

muddied and bruised, always striving to

she had fought to

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