Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Shall we depart? Where do you reside? I can give you a lift,” Blayze kindly offered.

Sabrina relayed the name of her residential community.

Upon reaching the community’s entrance, Sabrina alighted from the car, extending a wave to Blayze. She expressed her gratitude, stating, “Thank you, Blayze. It’s getting late. Have a safe drive home. Bye.”

“See you next time,” Blayze responded.

It was only as Sabrina entered the community that Blayze drove away. Sabrina reactivated her phone and entered the building.

A plethora of missed calls adorned her call log.

them were from

her options. She glanced at the ascending button, then at her phone’s screen. After a moment’s hesitation, she initiated a

interlude, the unmistakable ringtone chimed

phone screen. When she finally looked up and

How… Why didn’t you make any noise just now?” Her

scrutinized her phone so intently moments ago, convinced that the person waiting for the elevator next to her

a cigarette dangling from his fingers, regarded Sabrina with intense, searching eyes. His gaze lingered on her face.

her meticulously applied

shoulder freely,

glimmer of pain surfaced, only to be swiftly overshadowed by

furrowed and he clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles emitted an audible creak. He stood there, silently

doors, extinguishing his cigarette against the rim of a