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

continued silence,

you won’t come, I

they arrived at the basement bar within the confines of the club, carefully selecting a booth in

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

in dim, sultry lighting, with kaleidoscopic beams emanating from the dance floor. On the stage, a spirited rock vocalist poured his heart into his

and roll failed to resonate with Sabrina’s sensibilities,

nudge Tyrone’s arm. Curious, Tyrone inquired, “What’s on

with a song,” she proposed with

her sincerity, he replied, “I’m afraid I can’t do that. It’s generally not permitted for regular patrons to ascend the

If memory serves me right, this establishment is under Tyson’s

a response, taken aback by

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

poker companion and

explanation was succinct, leaving Tyson puzzled as he mused aloud, “It’s rather