Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Evelyn looked at their surroundings. “Has your ride not arrived yet?”
“Not yet.”
“Then, I’ll wait with you.” Taking a few steps towards him, she knew this was her final chance.
“Ah Tyrone.
.” Suddenly, Evelyn’s high heel gave way, and she fell straight to
Tyrone extended his hand and helped her up, asking with concern, “Are you okay?”
“I think I’ve twisted my ankle.” Seizing this opportunity, Evelyn clung onto his arm.
“I can assist you back to the hall.”
“Could you take me to the hospital instead? My car keys are in my pocket,” Evelyn pleaded, her gaze innocent.
Tyrone picked up his phone and dialed a number.
Evelyn assumed he was contacting the person who would soon come to fetch him.
Instead, upon getting through, he instructed, “Aldred, bring your car keys down. Evelyn has sprained her ankle. She needs to be
taken to the hospital.”
Aldred, the vice director, responded promptly, “Understood. I’ll be right there.”
Evelyn’s expression hardened.
Tyrone turned to her. “Will you wait here, or would you rather wait in the hall?”
She felt lost.
Forcing a smile, Evelyn was in a dilemma.
She took a deep breath and leaned into Tyrone.
“Can’t maintain your balance?” he asked.

Evelyn shook her head, her eyes full of affection.
“Hold on. Aldred will be here shortly,” Tyrone said, holding her hand but also maintaining a safe distance.
Evelyn fell silent.
Since she offered no response, Tyrone refrained from further conversation.
Shortly, Aldred emerged from the elevator, assuring, “Evelyn, don’t worry. I’ll fetch my car right away.”