Scars Of A Broken Bond

As Bettie savored her cake, she stole a glance at Tyrone’s figure and blinked. “Sabrina, are you really not going back because of Tyrone?”

Sabrina arched an eyebrow and affirmed, “Certainly not. There are other reasons. You’ll see.”

“Alright,” Bettie conceded with a hint of skepticism. Bettie gazed up at Sabrina’s countenance and compressed her lips.

“Sabrina… Allow me to pose a question…”

This inquiry had been festering within Bettie for quite some time, yet she had refrained from asking, taking into account Sabrina’s emotional state.

‘lease, go ahead.”

Did you hold deep affection for

already been on shaky ground. Nevertheless, after all the time they had spent together, Bettie couldn’t shake the sense that Sabrina must have harbored some genuine feelings for Tyrone. At

wouldn’t have been so utterly despondent, even if a portion of her pain had been inflicted by the

wistful smile gracing her lips

expression, Bettie ventured further, “Have you carried this

had never observed Sabrina exhibit such feelings for anyone else. It was

fork poised in her hand. She lowered her gaze and added, “It’s rather absurd, really. I fell in love with him from

had never fathomed that Sabrina’s affection had

hold those feelings for

a contemplative silence. However, before she could respond, a disturbance