Scars Of A Broken Bond

Reminded of the events that led to her fainting, a wave of dread washed over Sabrina, her heart momentarily freezing. In a frantic rush, she moved to Tyrone’s side, clamping his hand tightly in hers. “Tyrone? Are you okay? Wake up, please!”

Anxiety ramped up her heart rate.

This level of fear was alien to her; it stirred memories of her father who, like Tyrone now, fell into a comatose state following a vehicular accident and never regained consciousness.

The memory of the truck veering towards her from the right side was vivid. It was aiming straight for her side of the car.

Had her father not swerved right and shielded her with his body, she would have been the one to die. His death was the price for her survival.

Just as her father did, Tyrone too had braved the danger on her behalf.

Was he also going to leave her? @®

attempts,

eyes welled up, the fear within her escalating.

Tyrone easily, but seeing him lying lifelessly in the bed struck

to him, she’d never forgive

she cursed to bring bad Luck

be the one to

cry. I’m okay.” A raspy voice

up, Sabrina watched as Tyrone slowly opened his

in white bandages, his eyes deep-set and his hair disheveled, His handsome face was a shade paler, yet it didn’t diminish

heartbeat echoing