Scars Of A Broken Bond

Upon reaching home, Sabrina started packing her belongings.

Her suitcase lay open on the floor, and as she turned to retrieve her clothes from the wardrobe, a kitten hopped into the luggage and meowed at her.

She lightly stroked Bun’s head, and the kitten reciprocated with a lick on her finger.

Sabrina had intended to bring Bun along, but with impending travel plans, she decided to leave the kitten at a pet store the next day.

It was around ten in the evening when she finished packing her belongings, as well as her father’s.

She stood at the third-floor landing, looking down at the house with Bun cradled in her arms.

This was the place where they had shared their life for three years.

echoed her dreams of

early days, she had been filled with joy, hope,

her imagination, but it had been

together or him hitting the gym while

next day, she would pick out a suit in advance and personally tie his tie for

which accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame to perfection.

him during meetings, when he would take the stage to deliver a speech. The confidence and energy he radiated as he took control of the room was a

satisfaction in watching him immersed in work at his desk. His dedication and charm bore a striking resemblance to her father, which

he was atop her, his eyes glowing with a fierce red intensity. The sight never failed to ignite a sense of excitement within her, a pleasure

at least a bit