Scars Of A Broken Bond

Upon hearing her familiar voice, Tyrone shuddered. He straightened up, a spark ignited in his eyes as if he was dreaming. “Sabrina?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

“Well… What can I do for you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Have you been drinking?”

Tyrone hastily put down his glass, denying, “No.”

“No need to lie to me. If your health deteriorates due to drinking, you’ll end up back in the hospital. If that’s what you want, keep drinking. You’re wealthy enough to own a hospital. You can stay there indefinitely.”

“I apologize, Sabrina. I won’t drink anymore.”

and murmured, “I appreciate your concern. It makes me happy, Sabrina. Even if it’s just an act, I’m elated. I thought you’d severed

words filled Sabrina’s heart with an unspeakable

ended the call

that Tyrone was adept at dramatizing situations and that she should remain skeptical, Sabrina

her mind to move on and the

wouldn’t succumb to her

that you wouldn’t stay by my side. I’ve wounded you too deeply. I Lack the courage to even request you to stay. Ever since you left, sleep has evaded

trailed off as the

his eyes, a bitter taste

finally mustered the courage