Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Aside from your face, are there any other wounds on your back?”
“Well... Yes,” Tyrone admitted after pausing for a second. “Where?” Sabrina found herself scanning Tyrone up and down
involuntarily.
Tyrone took Sabrina’s delicate hand in his, placing it gently against his chest. He locked his gaze onto hers and confessed,
“Here. The wound, it’s right here and only you can heal it...”
Sabrina was rendered speechless, her hand quickly retreating from his grasp. “Tyrone, shame on you.”
Unexpectedly, Sabrina grasped Tyrone’s hand
“What’s this? Have you had a change of heart?
Tyrone arched an eyebrow and offered a faint smile.
“I’m not changing my mind, so don’t get any ideas,” Sabrina retorted, shooting him a fierce look before inquiring, “What’s wrong
with your hand?”
Tyrone glanced down, noticing that the back of his hand exhibited redness and swelling around the knuckles, with some broken
skin oozing blood.
“It’s merely a minor scrape,” Tyrone dismissed
Sabrina huffed and returned the ointment to its place.
“A minor scrape, you say? Then there’s no need for medication.”
“Well, well, well!” Tyrone interjected swiftly, preventing her from putting the ointment away. He retrieved it and placed it back into
Sabrina’s hand. “I do require it.”
Sabrina cast an eye-rolling glance in his direction, securing his hand with one of hers while gently administering the ointment
with a cotton swab held in the other.
Tyrone Lifted his gaze to behold Sabrina, who was focused on her task, her head bent low. His own eyes Lowered, harboring a
complex blend of emotions.

Had he been more attentive, more caring, could he have prevented her affections from straying toward another man?
Regrettably, he couldn’t turn back the hands of time.
Tyrone grappled with how to broach the topic of her father’s demise...
Sabrina had always held Larry in high regard. If she discovered that her father’s demise was connected to him, it would
undoubtedly bring her great sorrow...
Tyrone Let out a heavy sigh “ALL done.” Sabrina discarded the used cotton swabs into the trash can, organized the first aid kit,
and asked Tyrone, “Shall we discuss it now?”
After a brief pause, Tyrone gazed out of the window and proposed, “It’s growing late. Are you hungry? Let’s locate a restaurant
and converse over a meal.”
Sabrina’s irritation grew. From the car to the office, to after the meeting, to after going out and coming back, and now it was
turning into dinner time.
Sabrina couldn’t help but suspect that Tyrone was intentionally toying with her.