Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Rarely did she succumb to the embrace of inebriation, yet today seemed to beckon it with a siren’s call, blurring the boundaries of her consciousness.

Three young gentlemen made their entrance, their eyes scanning the dimly lit expanse of the bar with purpose. It didn’t take them long to spot Sabrina amidst the subdued ambiance.

Wordless communication passed between the trio as they made a beeline for Sabrina’s table.

“Dear lady, why do you sip your sorrow in solitude?” remarked a man with stylish, spiky hair, as he gracefully settled into the seat opposite Sabrina. His gaze, slightly intoxicated, found her beauty irresistible.

The other two gentlemen positioned themselves, one to her right and the other standing tall to her left.

Sabrina carefully lowered her glass, regarding the trio with a hint of consternation. She spoke with a modicum of annoyance, “Excuse me, I seek solitude in this moment. Would you kindly refrain from disturbing me?” The intrusion felt particularly irksome in the broad light of day. Infuriating, indeed.

“Hey, if there’s sorrow that burdens your heart, share it with us and we shall endeavor to alleviate it,” the man implored, his companions nodding in agreement.

Sabrina, wearied and vexed, repeated her plea,

massaged her temple, seeking

man, his

wake of a brief pause, Sabrina, swaying slightly, mustered the resolve to rise from her seat, intent

her dismay, the man on the left interposed himself, blocking

I shall accompany you,” he declared with an

“To settle the bill.”

for you to concern yourself with the tab,” the man retorted, his voice laced with a hint of insidious

linger a while

exasperated, Sabrina raised

“Waiter!”