Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Aside from your face, are there any other wounds on your back?”

“Well… Yes,” Tyrone admitted after pausing for a second. “Where?” Sabrina found herself scanning Tyrone up and down involuntarily.

Tyrone took Sabrina’s delicate hand in his, placing it gently against his chest. He locked his gaze onto hers and confessed, “Here. The wound, it’s right here and only you can heal it…”

Sabrina was rendered speechless, her hand quickly retreating from his grasp. “Tyrone, shame on you.”

Unexpectedly, Sabrina grasped Tyrone’s hand

“What’s this? Have you had a change of heart?

eyebrow and offered a

changing my mind, so don’t get any ideas,” Sabrina retorted, shooting him a fierce look before inquiring, “What’s wrong with your

down, noticing that the back of his hand exhibited redness and swelling around the knuckles, with some broken

a minor scrape,” Tyrone

huffed and returned the

scrape, you say? Then

well, well!” Tyrone interjected swiftly, preventing her from putting the ointment away. He retrieved

direction, securing his hand with one of hers

focused on her task, her head bent low. His own eyes

more caring, could he have prevented her affections from straying toward

he couldn’t turn back