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.

quite grasp his demeanor. As she lay in bed at night, shutting her eyes, she couldn’t shake off the memory of Tyrone’s eyes filled with disappointment and his solitary departure. She tossed and

you. Head back to your tent

gaming. Sabrina didn’t have

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

Bettie’s situated far from the bonfire,

warding off creatures, they were

tent and, once inside, zipped it back up. She drew the blanket to her body, set her cell phone aside, and quickly fell into a

her, causing her to

discerned the sound of someone unzipping the tent and

person paused, and no