Scars Of A Broken Bond

Caught off guard, Sabrina offered a forced smile. “You remember so well…”

“Thanks.”

Gently seating herself by the bed, Sabrina said softly, “I shouldn’t have said those things. I was upset. If I hurt you, I regret it.”

“That’s how you genuinely feel, isn’t it?” Tyrone cut her off, gazing at her, eyes profound and tinged with irony. “No need for apologies.

You care for Trevor, fearing he might resent you over this. It’s clear where your heart lies. Damon shouldn’t have involved you. You don’t have to come here anymore.”

They looked into each other’s eyes. Sabrina, lost in his gaze, struggled to find her words

further. My health is none of your

so, Sabrina felt that he was being

accept any blame, but I implore you to care for your health and trust the

looked at her in

and the corners of his lips curled as if to form a

felt nothing

by his side for a second longer

shrugged her shoulders helplessly and

and squeezed his eyes shut even tighter,

weight of his negative emotions coated his heart Like oil on dry wood, deepening