Scars Of A Broken Bond

Her eyes remained locked on Blayze as she sipped.

She wanted to gauge his reaction.

A soft chuckle escaped Blayze.

In her inebriation, Sabrina had transformed from her sober self into something undeniably endearing and whimsical.

Having consumed half her glass, Sabrina drew a deep breath, lowered her head and raised her hand to furrow her brow.

Assured that he wouldn’t intercede, Sabrina refilled her glass and continued drinking.

Blayze resumed his seat opposite her, his inquiry gentle yet laden with concern.

drinking? Is there something troubling

Sabrina’s lips curled into a wry smile. She raised her gaze to meet his and uttered softly, “Tyrone,

himself at a loss for words. Clearly, this had something to do with Tyrone. Could it be that she harbored deep affection

was still engaged in an affair with Galilea. How could he

and finally spoke, his voice tinged

I cause you

upon the tabletop. Her silence persisted for what felt like an eternity,

the weight of her emotions.

welled up in her eyes, quivering precariously before

releasing tears that trickled onto the table. Blayze’s