Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Shall we depart? Where do you reside? I can give you a lift,” Blayze kindly offered.

Sabrina relayed the name of her residential community.

Upon reaching the community’s entrance, Sabrina alighted from the car, extending a wave to Blayze. She expressed her gratitude, stating, “Thank you, Blayze. It’s getting late. Have a safe drive home. Bye.”

“See you next time,” Blayze responded.

It was only as Sabrina entered the community that Blayze drove away. Sabrina reactivated her phone and entered the building.

A plethora of missed calls adorned her call log.

them were from

at the ascending button, then at her phone’s screen. After a moment’s

interlude, the unmistakable ringtone chimed softly from beside

looked up and found herself ensnared in Tyrone’s

Why didn’t you make any noise

had scrutinized her phone so intently moments ago, convinced that the person waiting for the elevator next

his fingers, regarded Sabrina with intense, searching eyes. His gaze lingered on her face. Her

recall her meticulously applied makeup

draped on her shoulder freely, and her

overshadowed by an

his knuckles emitted