Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

It occurred to Galilea that Tyrone had been very quiet when she had just been rescued. He never broached the subject of their separation again.

Back then, she discerned Tyrone’s melancholy, guilt, ennui and sleeplessness. Even so, he had abstained from smoking.

As the son of the Blakely family, Tyrone exemplified a diligent scholar. His relentless commitment to his studies bore copious fruits during his university years.

Galilea, once brimming with self-assurance, found herself grappling with rejection when she pursued Tyrone, a man who defied the stereotype of privileged youths.

He ardently pursued his own aspirations and clung tenaciously to his principles.

She had believed in his unwavering integrity.

Sabrina who had

ember finding solace in the ashtray. As he raised his arm, the sinews on his shoulder artfully accentuated

call, Galilea swiftly surmised his intent. An irksome blend

I’m

of Sabrina’s having given birth to a child. Moreover, he still sought

assistant, yet he had already come to her to negotiate

managed

composure, “Think as you please. Let’s dispense with the pleasantries.

no conditions?” Galilea arched an eyebrow. “You don’t

carried an undeviating flatness, yet

effortless for Tyrone to