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.”

a pang of guilt. He pushed his glass away 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 all

Sabrina’s heart with an unspeakable

the

at dramatizing situations and that

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

she wouldn’t succumb

our marriage, but I’m aware 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

words trailed off as the call

his eyes, a bitter taste

had finally mustered the courage to bare