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!

retrieved an umbrella and descended

her to close the door gently to avoid detection

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

apartment building’s hall, she was met with the relentless onslaught of rain

of wind, intermingled with the chill of

surroundings and spotted a towering figure beneath

resolute in the downpour,

by the lamplight, seemed

lower