Scars Of A Broken Bond

She couldn’t escape thoughts of Tyrone, a persistent loop in her mind despite her resolve to let him go.

She wondered if she should just let go and get drunk.

If she was completely drunk, she wouldn’t think of him.

She decided to have another drink to commemorate her fruitless Love that lasted for ten years.

Tyrone watched on with a long face.

Bettie suddenly felt a chill and commented, “Is the heating not working? I’m feeling a bit cold.”

Quickly regaining her focus, she continued, “How about we head to a club and find a man for tonight? Those guys are quite attractive. I’m sure you’ll forget all about Tyrone.”

Tyrone’s countenance grew

caught Sabrina’s response,

and

hint of relief brushed across Tyrone’s

it anymore. The trio continued to

now was the contents of Bettie’s

she shouldn’t continue

all your bearings in a foreign country,” she advised Bettie and

car’s cozy interior, a wave of dizziness swept over Sabrina, gently nudging her towards

wait to fall into bed. She collapsed on her bed, fully clothed,