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.”

of guilt. He pushed his glass away and murmured, “I appreciate your concern. It makes me happy,

heart with

deeply, she ended the

that Tyrone was adept at dramatizing situations and that she should remain

had made up her mind to move on and the most effective way was

she wouldn’t succumb

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 me. I miss you

trailed off as the

his eyes, a bitter taste filling

the courage to bare his