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

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

have deviated slightly from her imagination, but it had been

side by side, jogging together or him hitting the

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

accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame to perfection. There was an undeniable allure to

speech. The confidence and energy he radiated as he took control of the room was a sight to

at his desk. His dedication

The sight never failed to ignite a sense of excitement within her,

harbor at least a bit of feelings for her after their