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!

minutes later, she retrieved an umbrella and descended the stairs with

close the door gently to avoid

not soft-hearted. She simply didn’t want Tyrone to remain outside and

hall, she was met with the relentless onslaught of rain

gust of wind, intermingled with the chill of the rain, made her

and spotted a

downpour, seemingly impervious

silhouette, illuminated by the lamplight, seemed all

lower lip,