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 effortlessly shattered

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

receiving Tyrone’s call, Galilea swiftly surmised his intent. An irksome blend of anger

laughter. “Tyrone, I’m torn between lauding your persistence or

having given birth to a child. Moreover, he still sought

elapsed since Sabrina assumed the role of her assistant, yet he had already come to

managed

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

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

undeviating flatness, yet there lingered an undeniable

held no regard for Galilea, making it effortless for Tyrone to cast Galilea out from the realm