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 health, he could not

continued silence, Sabrina huffed in

won’t come, I shall go on

the basement bar within the confines of the club, carefully selecting a booth in which to take their

chosen wine, while a steaming glass of hot water

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

failed to resonate with Sabrina’s sensibilities,

inspired notion seized her, prompting her to gently nudge Tyrone’s

stage and grace us with a song,” she

replied, “I’m afraid I

a run-of-the-mill guest? If memory serves me right, this establishment is under Tyson’s proprietorship,” she remarked, arching

for a response, taken aback

the midst of Tyrone’s phone call, Tyson was engrossed

caller ID, Tyson silenced his poker companion

Tyson puzzled as he mused aloud, “It’s rather peculiar. Why the sudden desire to take the stage