Scars Of A Broken Bond

Sabrina meticulously perused the extensive roster of incoming calls, each one bearing Tyrone’s name.

Evidently, he had grown increasingly anxious since he was unable to establish contact with her.

Should she return his calls?

While Sabrina wrestled with this dilemma, Blayze concluded his laptop activities and gracefully stood.

“Shall we venture forth for dinner?

The clock had already ticked past four in the afternoon, and by the time they reached the restaurant, it would be approaching the more auspicious hour of five.

“okay,” Sabrina agreed, donning her down jacket and slipping her phone into her pocket.

mantle of decision-maker when it came to

the streets of Mathias in quite

Blayze couldn’t help but lavish praise upon the delectable

phone, resting upon the table, sprung to

retrieved it, discovering Tyrone’s name flashing on the screen. Sabrina hesitated momentarily, then opted to decline

what words to exchange

careful deliberation, she composed a message for Tyrone, saying,

message, Sabrina placed her phone back on the

gaze, Blayze inquired, “Why not

responded with casual nonchalance, “It’s nothing