Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

It was Tyrone who had orchestrated this transformation! Sabrina made every effort to cleanse her mind of these thoughts.

After tidying herself up, she exited the room gracefully, as though nothing untoward had occurred.

The living room was vacant, devoid of any presence.

Curiosity piqued, Sabrina scanned the room, pondering if Tyrone had departed.

Just then, the rhythmic sound of chopping emanated from the kitchen. Oh, he hadn’t left.

Her pajamas lay strewn across the sofa. She approached and picked them up. But as she turned around, she abruptly halted.

A conspicuous damp spot marked the sofa.

That precise location…

crimson blush

she casually tossed a pillow onto the spot. Fearing the pillow might not suffice as a cover, she circumvented the sofa, meticulously adjusting its placement. Only when she was certain that nothing was exposed did she finally breathe a

that she couldn’t keep

Indeed, Tyrone would not have

he had appeared oblivious, though he was well- informed of

as he emerged from the kitchen, carrying a plate which he placed upon the

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glare in his direction and

the pillow resting on the sofa,

the impression of being docile and sensible, perhaps because she had been