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

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

unmistakable ringtone chimed softly from beside

phone screen. When she finally looked up and found herself ensnared in Tyrone’s piercing gaze, she was taken

make any noise

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

cigarette dangling from his fingers, regarded Sabrina with intense, searching eyes. His gaze lingered on her face. Her face revealed subtle scars with varying

meticulously applied makeup from this morning at the police

now draped on her shoulder freely, and her attire had undergone

a fleeting glimmer of pain surfaced, only to be swiftly overshadowed by an aura of hostility,

clenched his fists so tightly that his

a few heartbeats, Tyrone ambled toward the space between the two elevator doors, extinguishing his cigarette against the rim of a nearby trash can with vigorous force. The sparks vanished as the