Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Her eyes remained locked on Blayze as she sipped.

She wanted to gauge his reaction.

A soft chuckle escaped Blayze.

In her inebriation, Sabrina had transformed from her sober self into something undeniably endearing and whimsical.

Having consumed half her glass, Sabrina drew a deep breath, lowered her head and raised her hand to furrow her brow.

Assured that he wouldn’t intercede, Sabrina refilled her glass and continued drinking.

Blayze resumed his seat opposite her, his inquiry gentle yet laden with concern.

drinking? Is there something troubling

contemplation, Sabrina’s lips curled into a wry smile. She raised her gaze to meet his and

to do with Tyrone. Could it be that she harbored deep

ago, Tyrone was still engaged in an affair with Galilea. How

spoke, his voice

I cause you

for what felt like an eternity, and then, in a trembling, tear-choked whisper, she revealed, “Tyrone,

voice quivered, choked by the weight of her emotions. Blayze shifted

her eyes, quivering precariously before crystallizing

trickled onto the table.

clear she held a deep