Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Let’s go.”

“Alright.” With a rise, Sabrina trailed Tyrone to the vehicle.

This time, Tyrone didn’t purposefully ease up on the gas, and the car kept going at full throttle.

Before long, the car came to a halt in the parking lot before the court.

It was their second visit.

Exiting the car sequentially, Tyrone and Sabrina collected their identification, proceeding side by side in silence towards the building. The quiet between them felt awkward and heavy.

As Sabrina started to move in, Tyrone abruptly took hold of her hand, his voice preempting her reaction. “This will be the last time.”

years together, there had been plentiful opportunities for him to grasp

he had let them all pass him

vanishing from his line

as warm as she remembered, enveloping

to the court, when her vision had been compromised. His hand in

The circumstances appeared unchanged.

alterations were

service counter, Tyrone

names and looked up, ready to speak.

gaze, eyes shifting between Tyrone and Sabrina before asking, “What’s the reason for