Scars Of A Broken Bond

The manager bid them farewell at the door. “Goodbye.”

They returned to their vehicle.

The car zoomed down the road.

“Why did you suddenly decide to buy rings?” Sabrina glanced at Tyrone and posed her question.

“Nothing. I was just thinking that we’ve been married for three years, but we don’t even have couple rings.” Tyrone took her hand, interlacing their fingers. Under the dim car light, he confessed, “Sabrina, I’m aware that I’ve failed in my duties as a husband these past three years. You’ve been incredibly patient. I’ll do my best to make it up to you and compensate for the time lost.”

She had agreed to give him another chance, but he could sense she was still cautious.

A wall seemed to exist between them, invisible but perceptible.

piecing it back

him as implicitly as she once

gaze wandered

outside. Street shops on both

was quite aware of Tyrone’s sentiments, as well as his desire to

if Tyrone’s

presence was akin to a

lives could never regain tranquility

decided to fill their stomachs

of the car one after the other, making their way