Scars Of A Broken Bond

If one didn’t look closely, they wouldn’t notice the presence of people inside.

Inside that black car, hidden in the dark, was Tyrone. His gaze was fixed on Sabrina. It had been a while since he last saw her, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Cloaked in a heavy coat, Sabrina’s form resembled that of an adorable penguin. Periodically, she would extend her arms to pat her own body for warmth.

Tyrone observed her from a distance, aching to hold her, but held back.

Sabrina’s happiness was too fragile, and he feared his presence would tarnish it.

Suddenly, a bus obstructed Tyrone’s view.

The guide, having confirmed Sabrina’s identity along with two others, gestured for them to board.

dozen people

row of unoccupied seats, settling down in the innermost seat. Sabrina took a seat beside her on the outer side, with

Sabrina, “This bus is surprisingly classy, with air conditioning and all. I’ve seen folks in much humbler minibuses,

we’re paying extra, doesn’t it?”

the moment she left the hotel, Sabrina couldn’t shake the eerie sensation of being watched, but a glance

in front chimed in,

same when I was

new tour

the bus had been running for a while, it would probably be packed with passengers, and they might struggle to

would slash their prices to entice