Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

A recent incident which had caused Tyrone sleepless nights surfaced in his mind, prompting him to continuously drown his
sorrows in alcohol.
Rolf was at a loss for words.
Apparently, Tyrone had summoned him for company, so he wouldn’t have to drown his sorrows alone.
Observing Tyrone, who had been drinking heavily and appeared unstoppable, Rolf deliberated before dialing Sabrina’s number.
At that moment, Sabrina was awaiting her flight to Violetness in the lounge of Oslo Airport.

Recognizing the caller ID, she glanced at Bettie and Aylin, rose, and strolled to a more private area to take the call.
“Yes, Rolf? What’s the matter?”
“Tyrone is drunk.”
Hearing his name made her heart flutter. “What do you mean?”
Why should his drinking concern her?
“He’s just been released from the hospital and is on medication. He can’t be consuming alcohol. He isn’t taking my advice.”
“Do you expect me to convince him? If he’s not listening to you, I doubt he’d Listen to me either.”
“Could you at least try? He suffered those injuries because of his effort to save you. You surely wouldn’t want to see him drink
himself to death, right?”
Although the situation wasn’t critical, it could be bad for his health.
Frowning, Sabrina hesitated momentarily before responding, “Fine, put him on the phone.”
“Sure.”
Upon reentering the private room, Rolf found Tyrone about to down another glass of alcohol. He swiftly seized his wrist and said,
“Enough.”
Tyrone shot him a perplexed look.

Rolf passed the phone to him, stating, “It’s for you.”
He appeared not to have heard the ringing.
Tyrone, his eyes slightly glazed, took the phone, somewhat bewildered.
“Hello?”
Immediately recognizing his slurred speech, Sabrina knew he was drunk.
Striving to maintain her composure, she called out, “Tyrone?”