Scars Of A Broken Bond

After finishing their meal, she retreated to her room to delve into the script.

Beyond the confines of her apartment, rain plummeted with unwavering intensity. Lightning streaked across the sky, while thunder reverberated through the air.

Sabrina pored over the script. The once-familiar words now eluded her comprehension.

Lost in thought, she stole a glance at the window.

Was Tyrone still standing there?

Did he believe she could be swayed by his persistence? Humph!

later, she retrieved an umbrella and descended the stairs with

her to close the door gently to

that she was not soft-hearted. She simply didn’t want Tyrone to

building’s hall, she was met

gust of wind, intermingled with the chill of the

spotted a towering figure beneath

the downpour,

the lamplight, seemed all the

lower lip,