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 faint

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

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

merely a minor scrape,”

and returned the

minor scrape, you say? Then there’s no

putting the ointment away. He retrieved it and

in his direction, securing his hand with one of hers while gently administering the

his gaze to behold Sabrina, who was focused on her task, her head bent low. His own eyes Lowered, harboring a complex blend

could he have prevented her affections from straying toward another

turn back the hands of