Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Tyrone gave a slight smile, took her hand, and gently squeezed her fingers, saying nothing.
“How could you possibly know what cards I needed?” Sabrina asked curiously.
With a glance at her earnest face, Tyrone replied, “It’s easy. Your plays reveal your needs. One can deduce to some extent from
the reactions of others while they play.”
Indeed, Tyrone had the skill to count cards.
Suddenly, she remembered Tyrone’s academic background, which was a degree in math and finance.
He always aced his exams.
At that moment, she sensed a gap between herself and Tyrone.
Years ago, she opted for a marketing major, inspired by him, striving diligently to keep her academic scores at the peak.
Yet for him, it was easy.
By the time she was in university, Tyrone had graduated, leaving a trail of tales behind. His name was etched on the twentieth
spot in the hall of fame, surrounded by much older professors with their own accolades and significant contributions.
“What’s on your mind?” Tyrone queried.
“Nothing,” she responded nonchalantly, shaking her head.
Tyrone diverted the conversation.
“Will you join me at the party tomorrow evening?” Tyrone proposed.
Silence was Sabrina’s response. Rarely did she grace such events anymore. The combination of a demanding job and a distaste
for the elite had deterred her.
Deep within, she was just a simple girl.
She remembered the opulence of the previous charity dinner, yet all she retained were memories of the chilling pool water and
the bracelet gifted to Galilea.

Sabrina finally responded, “You can bring your assistant.”
Gazing at her, Tyrone replied calmly, “In that case, I won’t go. I’1L stay with you.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“Why? Don’t worry. It’s just a casual party.”
Sabrina chose to remain silent at his reassurances.
Back home, Sabrina remained in her study until close to midnight before preparing for bed.
As she opened the bathroom door, she froze.