Scars Of A Broken Bond

It seemed like he had a disagreement with Sabrina Last night and ended up getting drunk by himself.

Freshened up and with hair towel-dried, Tyrone returned downstairs, taking a seat next to Jennie. “Your aunt dropped you off?”

Jennie nodded and said, “Yeah. Did you two have a disagreement yesterday?”

Setting aside his towel, he met her gaze and hesitated for a moment before asking, “Did she mention anything about it to you?”

“She told me that if I ever bring you up again, she’ll start resenting both of us.”

“In that case, don’t speak of me around her. Whatever happens between adults shouldn’t affect you. If you cherish her, keep doing so.”

realize that choosing to run away from it is a cowardly decision? And numbing yourself with alcohol? That’s even worse.

and a rueful smile tugged at his

previous night surfaced. “Jennie, it’s more

but it seems Like you threw in the towel way too early. You wanted my help, and yet you’re

aunt has feelings for

nowhere near worthy of my aunt! Do you really believe you’re second-best to

not about comparing; it’s about how your heart feels towards someone. When you like someone, your heart naturally gravitates

like anyone else

breath, Tyrone responded, a tinge of sadness in his voice, “Yes,

had feelings for someone