Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Having returned the mop to its place, Sabrina was in the midst of making her way back to her room.

Out of the blue, Bettie remarked, “Sabrina, why are your pants damp?”

Sabrina cast her gaze downward and realized her trousers had been splattered by the rain.

“Did you venture downstairs and extend forgiveness to Tyrone just now?”

Bettie arched an inquisitive brow, her gaze laden with significance.

“Let me check if Tyrone is still out there.”

the

view yielded

was cleaning the mop.”

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interjected without hesitation, “Aren’t you going to fetch some water? You can

spun around and headed to the

the opportunity, Sabrina promptly retreated to her room,

door, exhaling with a sense of tranquility. Upon opening her eyes, she found Tyrone standing prominently in the center of the

which happened to be a familiar shade of pink

on the cusp of his thirtieth year, yet his countenance remained remarkably timeless. The hands of time had left no mark upon him. His visage radiated youth and