Scars Of A Broken Bond

She seemed lost in thought, making her way to the stairs without acknowledging him. Tyrone raised his voice. “Sabrina! Come here and get your medicine.”

Snapping back to the present, she saw Tyrone in the living room and approached the couch, asking, “What did you just say?”

“Come here and take some cold medicine.” Tyrone pointed to the table where he’d Laid out the medication alongside a glass of water.

Sabrina observed that the medicine on the table was not in boxes but instead in small packets wrapped in white paper. Each package contained cold medication.

She recognized this type of medicine packet quite well. During her childhood, she resided in the countryside with her grandparents.

Whenever she fell ill, her grandfather would accompany her to the village clinic to get a prescription. The doctor would provide medication in a similar manner, and it proved to be quite effective.

medicine at a pharmacy, it was rare to find one that would actually

table wasn’t from a generic box, but specifically prescribed by Tyrone after

a packet, took her glass, and took a sip. The water was just right as if he’d taken care to chill it

in sickness brought a rush of emotions. She felt her nose twitch, and tears

at Tyrone as if nothing

on my way

can

and rest.

cursed in a

had let herself be touched