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.

a dozen people were already

row of unoccupied seats, settling down in the innermost seat. Sabrina took

vehicle, Bettie remarked to Sabrina, “This bus is surprisingly classy, with air conditioning and all. I’ve seen folks in

paying

Sabrina couldn’t shake the eerie sensation of being watched, but a glance around revealed nothing

chimed

not. I paid the same

is this a new

while, it would probably be packed with passengers, and they might struggle to find

regular tour groups would slash their