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.”

it due to concern for Sabrina’s well-being or his own health, he could not partake

silence, Sabrina huffed

you won’t come, I shall go

the confines of the club, carefully selecting a

her chosen wine, while a steaming glass of hot water awaited

emanating from the dance floor. On the stage, a spirited rock vocalist poured his heart into his performance, captivating a throng of enraptured

resonate with Sabrina’s sensibilities, her musical

notion seized her, prompting her to gently nudge Tyrone’s arm. Curious, Tyrone inquired, “What’s on

stage and grace us with a song,”

countenance. Recognizing her sincerity, he replied, “I’m afraid I can’t do that. It’s generally

If memory serves me right, this establishment is under Tyson’s proprietorship,” she remarked, arching

a response, taken aback by her

the midst of Tyrone’s phone call, Tyson was engrossed in a card game with

his poker companion and answered the call, “Hello, Tyrone,

“It’s rather peculiar. Why the sudden desire to take the stage