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.

through the summer’s song

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

me when expressing my love. My story is

just ordinary. Perhaps due to the small

Her eyes welled up and

chose this moment

Tyrone’s journey from a naive college

murky existence, and her singular narrative for the

from the shadows, muddied and bruised, always striving to

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

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