Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Gazing at her receding figure, Tyrone narrowed his eyes and compressed his lips.
Boom!
A resounding clap of thunder reverberated across the sky, accompanied by brilliant streaks of lightning that momentarily
illuminated the surroundings.
The rain intensified, its cacophony akin to the beating of a colossal drum.
His form gradually faded into the downpour.
Ten minutes later, Tyrone saw Sabrina again.
Fuming, Sabrina rushed toward Tyrone, her teeth gritted.
“Aren’t you heading back?”
Tyrone appeared perplexed.
“Why did you come here again?”
Sabrina glared at him in frustration, then turned and left without uttering a word.
Moments earlier, she had refrained from ascending the staircase, choosing to Linger in the hallway, merely to ascertain whether
he would take his leave.
As expected, he remained, unwavering in his resolve to stay.
If she were to ascend directly, would he continue his vigil here throughout the night?
Sabrina speculated that if Tyrone wanted her to get soft-hearted, he had certainly achieved his objective.
Tyrone stood there, momentarily stupefied.
Having advanced a couple of paces, Sabrina suddenly halted, turned on her heel, and locked her gaze onto him.
“Aren’t you coming up?” she inquired.

Following this query, she did not deign to look at him further and proceeded toward the apartment building.
Tyrone responded with a warm smile, tailing her.
Sabrina took the lead as they entered the elevator. She cast a discreet, silent eye-roll in Tyrone’s direction.
Within the confines of the elevator, rivulets of water cascaded from his soaked attire, forming small puddles on the floor.
“Sabrina, you’re willing to forgive me, right?” Tyrone ventured.
Sabrina offered no immediate response. Her brow furrowed as she stated, “Bettie has retired for the night. Once you enter, you
can proceed directly to my room. Please refrain from lingering in the living room, alright?”