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 shared

she had been filled with joy,

have deviated slightly from her

or him hitting the gym while she

day, she would pick out a suit in advance and

the sight of him in a suit, which accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame to perfection. There was an undeniable allure to the man in formal

he would take the stage to deliver a speech.

desk. His dedication and charm bore

with a fierce red intensity. The sight never failed to ignite a sense of excitement within her, a pleasure in which she allowed

at least a bit of feelings for her