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.

the house echoed her dreams of a

days, she had been filled with

life might have deviated slightly from her imagination, but

they woke up side by side, jogging together or him hitting the gym while she practiced

pick out a suit in advance and personally tie his

and lean frame to perfection. There was an undeniable allure

was equally drawn to him during meetings, when he would take the stage to deliver a speech. The confidence and energy he

immersed in work at his desk. His dedication and charm bore a striking resemblance to

was an inexplicable thrill when he was atop her, his eyes glowing with a fierce red intensity. The sight never failed to ignite a sense

convinced herself that Tyrone must harbor at least a bit of feelings for her after their three