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?

arched an eyebrow and

any ideas,” Sabrina retorted, shooting him

hand exhibited redness and swelling around the knuckles, with some broken skin oozing

a minor scrape,”

returned the

you say? Then there’s no

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

cast an eye-rolling glance in his direction, securing his hand with one of hers while gently administering the ointment with a cotton swab

her head bent low. His own eyes

been more attentive, more caring, could he have prevented her affections from straying

back the