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.”

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

filled Sabrina’s heart with an

deeply, she ended the call without

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

to move on and the most effective way was to ignore his

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

trailed off as

eyes, a bitter

finally mustered the courage