Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Bradley nodded. “I did say if you guessed right, you’d get a gift.
Consider this your prize.”
Sabrina joked, “Had I known, I’d have guessed wrong on purpose.”
Bradley chuckled. “If you’d guessed wrong, I’d find another chance to give it to you.”
As Sabrina pondered how to decline, Bradley produced another identical box, sliding it before Bettie. “Bettie, I got one for you
too. It’s my first trip with two girls. Forgive me if I’ve been inconsiderate.”
Bettie eagerly took the box, uncovering delicate earrings, and smiled.
“Okay. Sabrina, why not accept it?”
Since they both received gifts, Sabrina could hardly refuse. She accepted the gift, but as she prepared to put it away, Bradley
urged.
“Won’t you open it and take a look?”
She opened it to find a pair of earrings matching Bettie’s.
“Are they lovely? I don’t know how to pick gifts. This took quite some time,” Bradley confessed, a trace of worry in his eyes
“They’re nice,” Sabrina reassured him with a gentle smile.
In fact, she appreciated Bradley’s effort, even though his taste might not have been perfect.
Sabrina’s thoughts drifted to Tyrone, who had presented her with many exquisite pieces of jewelry.
But she never really cared for them.
They were merely bestsellers that Kylan had selected from the jewelry store.
She’d never worn them, even though they were beautiful
“I’m pleased you appreciate it.”

“It’s perfect. We’ll wear them tomorrow. Why not check out what Sabrina gifted you? We encountered a rude person while
shopping for presents yesterday. Thankfully, the shop owner was sensible.”
Bradley lifted the box from the table, examining it meticulously. “It seems to be a watch. I’ve been in need of one lately.”
With those words, he opened the box, revealing the mechanical watch within. It was delicate yet unpretentious, resonating a
sense of modesty and generosity.
“Wow, Sabrina, your taste is impeccable! I adore this watch. Would you mind helping me put it on?” Bradley requested, placing
the watch into Sabrina’s hands and resting his wrist on the table.
Accepting the watch, Sabrina carefully fastened it around Bradley’s wrist, her head bowed slightly, her hair falling into disarray.
From Bradley’s perspective, her eyelashes were long and thick, fluttering like gentle shadows. Her skin was pale, reminiscent of
a freshly peeled egg, fine hair visible upon it.