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

it yourself, we’re no longer together. I won’t trouble you any further. My health is none of your concern. This should be good news for you, right?

so, Sabrina felt that he was

and then said seriously, “I reacted poorly yesterday. I got you wrong. I’ll accept any blame, but I implore you to care for

at

his lips curled as if to form a

felt nothing at all

side for a second longer than

shoulders helplessly and stood up.

eyes shut even tighter, gripping

heart Like oil on dry wood, deepening