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.

song of cicadas, beyond

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 I find myself entwined in your love? Relinquishing

elude me when expressing my love. My story is all

the small audience, her voice

eyes welled up and her heart ached with

emotions chose this moment to

Tyrone’s journey from a naive college boy to the influential president of Blakely

target, a beacon in her murky existence, and her

muddied and bruised, always

their three-year marriage, she had fought to keep it afloat,

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