Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Their dinner comprised a serving of noodles, much to Tyrone’s chagrin, as his typically handsome countenance contorted with discomfort.

How could something as simple as noodles taste so unpalatable?

In that moment, Tyrone even found himself contemplating that perhaps mutton was a more agreeable option.

Post-dinner, they embarked on a leisurely stroll through the bustling streets.

“Are you heading back?” Tyrone inquired.

Sabrina shook her head, her gaze resting upon him as she beamed, “I have a yearning to go to the bar.”

After a contemplative pause, he responded, “Indulging in nighttime drinks isn’t advisable.”

“If you don’t, then I will.”

due to concern for Sabrina’s well-being or his own

continued silence, Sabrina huffed

come, I shall go

arrived at the basement bar within the confines of

a sip of her chosen wine, while a steaming glass of hot water awaited Tyrone at his

lighting, with kaleidoscopic beams emanating from the dance floor. On the stage, a spirited rock vocalist poured

and roll failed to resonate with Sabrina’s sensibilities, her musical inclinations leaning toward

inspired notion seized her, prompting her to gently nudge

the stage and grace us with a song,” she proposed

on his countenance. Recognizing her sincerity, he replied, “I’m afraid I can’t do that. It’s generally not permitted for regular patrons

serves me right, this establishment is under Tyson’s proprietorship,” she

a response, taken aback

of Tyrone’s phone call, Tyson was engrossed in

caller ID, Tyson silenced his poker companion and answered the call, “Hello,

was succinct, leaving Tyson puzzled as he mused aloud, “It’s rather peculiar. Why the sudden