Scars Of A Broken Bond

Sabrina drew nearer to Tyrone and observed that his attire had become thoroughly saturated, with his hair adhering to his forehead, trickling with rainwater.

Tyrone cast his gaze upon the umbrella Sabrina held but opted not to accept it. Instead, he fixed his eyes upon her and expressed, “Thank you, Sabrina. I genuinely appreciate your presence but I cannot bring myself to accept it.”

Amidst the soft glow of a nearby lamp, ephemeral silhouettes materialized with every word he uttered.

Bowing her head, Sabrina advanced, pressing the umbrella into his hand.

“Please, take it! Return to the car.”

The instant she relinquished her hold, the umbrella plummeted to the ground.

A transformation swept across Sabrina’s countenance. She regarded the umbrella on the ground and then locked her gaze on Tyrone, remarking, “If you don’t want it, so be it! If you wish to become drenched in the rain, go somewhere else but avoid Lingering downstairs. Otherwise, I’ll find myself in dire straits if any harm were to befall you.”

I’ll leave

Sabrina was momentarily wordless.

turned on his

Angela’s Library

remained towering and resolute, albeit with a touch

spun around and was about to ascend

had intended to offer him an umbrella but his ingratitude had soured

he pleased! And

distance, Sabrina abruptly halted. Her lower lip firmly clenched between her teeth, she spun back around, her eyes locked onto Tyrone’s retreating figure. In a fiery outburst, she exclaimed, “Tyrone,

paused and pivoted

want you to know that I haven’t helped Larry pass the buck. Even if your trust eludes me, perhaps you can place your faith in the authorities. Before