Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Keilani pretended to rummage through her bag as if wanting to touch up her makeup. In a well-devised mishap, she lost her balance and dropped her lipstick right by Tyrone’s feet.

“Hey, could you help me pick that up?” she implored, finally drawing Tyrone’s gaze away from his work, his brow furrowing slightly.

Tyrone scowled when he saw it was Keilani.

Keilani pretended to be surprised.

“It’s you? Well… Can you help me pick up the lipstick?”

a word, Tyrone picked up the lipstick and handed it to Keilani before

disheartened by his aloofness. She hoped he would be nice to her and didn’t want

I didn’t expect

a glance at Tyrone’s reaction from the corner of

cabin was as quiet as a tomb, save for the plane’s roar. Occasional noises drifted, including some dozing passengers‘ snores, the

if he didn’t hear Keilani. He remained stoic, engrossed in his

only did Tyrone not misconstrue Keilani, but he also

red. A tinge of embarrassment crept over

her gaze, stifling a scoff internally. Had Tyrone known who her uncle was, he wouldn’t have dared to dismiss

uncle was

power with numerous overseas branches, respect

Tyrone shut down his laptop. Rubbing his weary eyes, he adjusted his seat, draping himself with a thin