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.”

to concern for Sabrina’s well-being or his own health, he could not partake in the consumption of

continued silence,

come, I shall go

bar within the confines of the club, carefully

while a steaming glass of hot water awaited Tyrone at his place

dim, sultry lighting, with kaleidoscopic beams emanating from the dance floor. On the stage,

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

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

us with a song,” she proposed with a

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

serves me right, this establishment is under Tyson’s

grappling for a response, taken aback by

was engrossed in a card game with

the caller ID, Tyson silenced his poker companion and answered the call, “Hello, Tyrone, what’s

as he mused aloud, “It’s rather