Scars Of A Broken Bond

Tyrone’s fists clenched with an iron grip, his bones seeming to turn translucent, the veins on the backs of his hands protruding Like mountain ranges, and a glint of malevolence shimmering beneath his gaze.

Larry’s words found a firm home in Tyrone’s beliefs.

Growing up side by side, Tyrone possessed an unparalleled understanding of Larry. Larry exuded a gentle, hesitant demeanor, and even though he harbored sinister intentions, the courage to enact them eluded him.

There had to be a puppeteer orchestrating Larry’s malevolent actions from the shadows.

Without Galilea, their Lives would not have spiraled into this abyss. Larry was undeniably entangled in this web of darkness.

Tyrone seethed with frustration, watching Larry’s inability to meet his expectations.

your wife

Galilea.” Larry responded, raising his gaze and explaining, “She was hunted down by your men everywhere and cornered me.

marks on his neck, which

himself voiceless, merely

Tyrone now privy to the whole

of secrecy had been

our grandpa’s demise and yet

sudden realization struck Tyrone and his

“Grandpa’s death!”