Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

I promise I’ll reject her after a while.”
After descending from the snow slope, Sabrina received a message from Damon.
As anticipated, his friend declined their invitation.
“That’s a shame. We’ll have a chance to get together in the future,”
Sabrina responded.
Damon replied with an emoji.
Tyrone wasn’t pleased when he saw the reply that Sabrina wrote to Damon.

Sabrina and her two companions went to the hotel’s restaurant for dinner. The restaurant boasted a large French window that
offered a breathtaking view of the scenery outside.
Since the island’s residents didn’t adhere to conventional timekeeping, visitors chose when to dine, whenever they pleased. As a
result, the restaurant wasn’t very crowded.
The girls were enjoying their meals when someone suddenly exclaimed excitedly, “Look! Is that the aurora?”
Against the dark blue sky, a subtle hint of green peeked through, barely noticeable without close attention.
However, it caught the attention of many tourists.
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Before long, the aurora borealis intensified, transforming the vast sky into a spectacular display of magical shades. The air
shimmered with vibrant greens, delicate pinks, deep reds, ethereal blues, enchanting purples, and hints of pristine white. The
captivating dance of colors painted a mystical scene that left onlookers in awe.
Several tourists who were resting in their hotel rooms rushed outside.
They were eager to witness the awe-inspiring spectacle and determined not to miss a moment of the mesmerizing display.

Sabrina and her friends were swept up in the enthusiasm of the moment.
Leaving their half-finished meals behind, they hurried outside to capture and observe the breathtaking natural phenomena.
While Sabrina sought the perfect angle to take a photo, a sense of being watched washed over her. It was the same uneasy
feeling she had felt the night before.
Subconsciously, she glanced around, attempting to locate the source of her anxiety.
Yet, the bustling tourists around her were engrossed in capturing the spectacle, paying no attention to her.
She turned her gaze to the second floor of the hotel.
Then, the sensation of being watched disappeared as quickly as it came.
After a moment’s reflection, she turned back and focused on photographing the aurora.
Suddenly, the feeling of being observed returned.