Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“I’m telling the truth,” Camden maintained.

Observing Sabrina’s reluctance, Camden adopted a more earnest tone.

“You don’t aspire to become an actress, do you?”

Sabrina hesitated briefly before nodding. “I simply wish to evade the relentless scrutiny of reporters and netizens. I don’t desire to be the center of attention.”

Camden embarked on a persuasive argument, “In reality, your apprehension is somewhat unwarranted and of minimal consequence. Our team is adept at handling such matters. What are the intentions of those paparazzi? To profit, correct? As long as you provide them with financial incentives, they’ll refrain from intruding into your personal life. Consider the recent plight of stars who’ve fallen from grace. Was it the result of paparazzi exposure? No, it was invariably the actions of others. As long as you abide by the law, what can the paparazzi and online denizens do? Their disparaging remarks stem from their own inadequacy.”

sensed something peculiar in Camden’s argument but couldn’t quite

single scene first. If you genuinely find it

a moment before conceding, “Very

with an air of enthusiasm as he rose from his seat, procuring a script with alacrity.

script, her eyes scanning

Sarah. As she teetered on the precipice of death, a poignant exchange unfolded

conversation, Sarah gently closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting back

life were marked by

Abandoned in the rural hinterlands, she suffered maltreatment and ostracization at the hands of villagers who branded her a monstrous aberration. For years, she

emaciated, bore the brunt of bullying and mockery

occasion, following a particularly cruel episode of bullying, she sought refuge at a secluded

girl of her own