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

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 least Sabrina liked Tyrone during

so utterly despondent, even if a portion of her

wistful smile gracing her lips as she replied,

expression, Bettie ventured further, “Have you carried this affection for

her recollection, she had never observed Sabrina exhibit such feelings for anyone else. It was highly

added, “It’s rather absurd, really.

fathomed that Sabrina’s affection had spanned such a significant stretch

hold those feelings

silence. However, before she could respond, a