Scars Of A Broken Bond

“So, are you happier now?”

At that moment, Sabrina realized that Tyrone had taken her on this ride because he’d sensed her low spirits.

A warmth spread through her heart, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Much better. Thank you.”

Her gratitude extended beyond the motorcycle ride, encompassing Tyrone’s afternoon visit to support her and Jennie.

Tyrone gazed at her, his eyes unwavering, as unspoken emotions passed between them.

On the other side of the river, the city lights illuminated the night.

clear as the flowing water, the brilliance casting his profile into sharp relief,

a fleeting moment, Sabrina found herself captivated by him,

silence with a hushed suggestion, “If you really want to thank me, just give me a

guard, and in that instant, all the

eyes at Tyrone and retorted,

L A ‘s L I B R

a swift turn, Sabrina continued her stroll

smile and hastened to

walked in silence, enveloped by the gentle symphony of

Sabrina’s racing

ahead, a figure materialized by the river’s