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.

shake off the memory of Tyrone’s eyes filled with disappointment and his solitary departure. She tossed and turned until

let those crazy fans frighten you. Head back to your tent

merely chatting and gaming. Sabrina didn’t have to

head to my tent,” Sabrina said, putting down her drink, bidding the guide farewell,

scattered around, Sabrina and Bettie’s situated far from the bonfire, nestled in the forest, alongside two others even more

warding off creatures, they were free from concern

blanket to her

her to cast off

sound of someone unzipping the tent

paused, and