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

curled into a wry smile. She raised her gaze to meet his and uttered softly, “Tyrone, don’t you understand? How could

himself at a loss for words. Clearly, this had something to do with Tyrone.

ago, Tyrone was still engaged in an affair

hesitated and finally spoke, his voice tinged with

I cause you

what felt like an eternity, and then, in a trembling, tear-choked whisper, she revealed, “Tyrone, you’ve truly made me love and

voice quivered, choked by the weight of

to her, tears welled up in her eyes, quivering precariously

trickled onto the table. Blayze’s heart