Scars Of A Broken Bond

“I’LL arrange for you to go overseas. Don’t return.”

“No!” Galilea blurted, clutching at Tyrone’s sleeve. “I don’t want to go abroad. I can’t be alone, Tyrone. You can’t understand what my life was like all those years abroad, waking up in terror night after night, too scared to sleep. I’m at ease only when you’re by my side. I can’t live without you. Please don’t send me away!”

Tyrone, his face impassive, extricated his sleeve from her grasp, retorting, “If that’s the case, why did you insist on Leaving me?”

“I… I didn’t feel worthy of your kindness anymore, I felt dirty. I didn’t know how to face you,” Galilea confessed, wiping away tears. “I was wrong. Those years apart made me realize I couldn’t Live without you. I know you wouldn’t care about my past. I want to be with you again!” @

“Sadly, it’s too late for that. I’ve moved on. You have two options. I can send you abroad. Your career here is effectively over, but you still have fans overseas. You could continue your career there.”

“I don’t want to leave you,” Galilea said, shaking her head vehemently.

Tyrone glanced at her and asked, “Do you want the second choice then?

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