Scars Of A Broken Bond

She rested her hand on his shoulder, her head gently turning. “Tyrone, what’s troubling you?”

The warmth of Sabrina’s slender neck felt the heat of Tyrone’s breath, yet she fought the instinct to pull away.

After a prolonged silence, Tyrone took a deep breath, composed himself, and closed his eyes.

“It’s nothing.”

He retreated slowly, releasing Sabrina from his grasp.

Sabrina lifted her gaze, sensing something profound in his heart.

scrutiny revealed the injuries on

fight?” “Yes,” Tyrone replied, his voice

remarked, “I’ll fetch the first aid kit. Please

office housed a spare first aid kit stocked

draping his coat over the back

began searching for ointment. In the midst of her task, she inquired, “What happened? How did you end up in a fight?

strike Tyrone? Who dared to leave him

remained silent in wake

his direction, unscrewed the ointment, dispensed a bit onto the cotton swab and