Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

It was silent in the surroundings, and the only sound that could be heard was the humming of the elevator.
Soon, the elevator doors slid open.
They boarded, one after another, Tyrone pushing the button for their floor.
As the doors closed and the elevator ascended, an oppressive silence reigned.
Arriving at Sabrina’s floor, they disembarked one after the other.

At her room’s entrance, Sabrina paused, glancing at Tyrone’s retreating back. “You can return home tonight.”
Her recovery was almost complete, negating the need for his presence.
With Cesar improving, the caregiver could handle the rest.
Entering, Tyrone flicked on the light switch, illuminating the room with a white Light.
“Why haven’t you been answering your phone?” Tyrone asked abruptly.
“My phone ran out of charge,” Sabrina replied nonchalantly, as she tossed her bag onto the table.
The lie was evident.
Walking further into the room, Tyrone swung around to look at her, his gaze intense. “I was searching for you all day.”
Sitting on the couch, she responded, “There was no need.”
In a hushed tone, Tyrone retorted, “Sabrina, why do you insist on saying that?”
Looking up at him, she shot back, “What’s the issue? Why were you looking for me? I wouldn’t get lost.”
“I was concerned you might hurt yourself.” ©
“This is absurd! Why was I supposed to hurt myself?”
Gazing into her icy stare, Tyrone inhaled a deep breath, his voice hushed. “I’m sorry for what happened on the Internet.
Galilea...”

“What?” Tyrone held his tongue, met by her frosty gaze.
“Her public figure can’t afford any negative press.”
“So, I should carry the burden of a tarnished reputation?”
“By the time I found out, Sabrina, the rumor was already out there.
Stopping the discussion is the best way to deal with it. I’d like to believe you understand that silence is our ally.”