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.”

strolled toward the window

her view yielded nothing

while I was cleaning

could I possibly forgive

a

not forget you

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

Bettie concurred. With that, she spun around and headed

retreated to her room, securing the

exhaling with a sense of tranquility. Upon opening her eyes, she found Tyrone standing prominently in the center of the room, his disheveled hair and his bare form

Lower abdominal muscles, which happened

remarkably timeless. The hands of time had left no mark upon him. His