Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Sabrina refrained from responding.

Tyrone chose not to press further.

Soon afterward, the room was filled with the sound of rustling.

Understanding Tyrone’s actions, Sabrina blushed and dared not make a move.

The following morning, Sabrina stared at Tyrone with dark circles under her eyes.

With calm composure, Tyrone inquired, “Is something amiss?”

“Nothing,” she muttered through clenched teeth.

rose from her slumber, embarked on her morning routine and, with

departs for work, I shall arrange for some clothes to

nestled on the bed, bore a faint flush upon his countenance

slightly, casting a discerning gaze upon

Do you have a

hand to gauge his own forehead’s warmth. After a brief pause, he admitted,

herself momentarily struck

them on the nightstand, she said, “Have a sip of water. Then, ask your secretary to fetch your breakfast when

take this

the warmth in her voice, Tyrone felt a kindness he hadn’t experienced for quite some

“I appreciate your concerns.”