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.

shutting her eyes, she couldn’t shake off the memory of Tyrone’s eyes filled with disappointment and his solitary departure. She tossed and turned until the late hours

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merely chatting and gaming. Sabrina didn’t

Sabrina said, putting down her drink, bidding the guide farewell, and

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

creatures, they were free from concern about

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

causing her to cast off the

the sound of someone unzipping the

person paused, and no one