Scars Of A Broken Bond

In all their years of friendship, Sabrina had never seen Bettie shed tears so profoundly.

Through her tears, Bettie whispered, “Why did he return? After Leaving so decisively, why come back?”

Sabrina remained silent, letting her speak.

It was clear that running into Lance tonight had resurrected painful memories from years past.

For the three years Sabrina had known Bettie, Lance’s name had never crossed their conversations, as if he was a stranger.

Bettie had always been the embodiment of joy, energy, and optimism every time they met over the past few years.

Bettie chose to lock hers

wounds might have stayed concealed, lost in the recesses

of attractive men online, and why she opted for male servers to keep her company over drinks and songs, yet never genuinely gave her heart

hadn’t moved past Lance, or maybe the hurt was so deep that love

start… I wished for him to stay, but he Left anyway… He’s been gone for seven years. Why did he come back now?” Bettie’s

friend’s voice quiver with pain was gut-wrenching

so upset before, at least not in her

years ago, Bettie was in

them to let me remain. But then, out of nowhere, he chose to leave,

voice trailed off, her words becoming softer and more indistinct, making