Scars Of A Broken Bond

Seated amidst strangers in a foreign wilderness, they were all at ease, sharing conversation under the picturesque night sky.

At that moment, Sabrina’s desire for beer was undeniable.

Yet, after only half a bottle, she found herself inexplicably inebriated, overwhelmed with drowsiness, constant yawning, and fatigue.

“Why so sleepy?” Bettie questioned.

“I had a restless night,” Sabrina confessed, without being dishonest.

The previous night, she told Tyrone tearfully, “I just want you to stay away from me.”

Tyrone stayed quiet for a while. After making his promise, he turned around and left lonely.

couldn’t shake off the memory of Tyrone’s eyes filled with disappointment and his solitary departure. She tossed and turned

you. Head back to your tent and rest. It’s getting dark

were merely chatting and gaming.

down her drink, bidding the guide farewell, and heading

Sabrina and Bettie’s situated far from the bonfire, nestled

repellent warding off creatures, they were

and, once inside, zipped it back up. She drew the blanket to her body, set her

causing her

unzipping the tent and

paused, and no one