Having finished her meal and drink, Sabrina lingered a bit before heading out.

She strolled leisurely down the sidewalk, pausing at a pub across the street.

It was under the ground.

The pub had few customers, with bright lights casting a luminous glow throughout the space.

A woman graced the stage, her voice twining with the lyrics of a folk song.

As Sabrina took a seat at the bar, the bartender asked, "What can I get you, miss?"

A quick reality check reminded her that she was expecting. "A Sprite, please,"

The bartender was left momentarily speechless.

He thought she was kidding, but he still brought a bottle of Sprite for

Sabrina. "Enjoy your drink."

“Thank you," Sabrina replied, securing her drink and finding a secluded spot. She settled into her chair, her gaze focused on the singer on the stage, her mind adrift with thoughts.

“Join me through the summer's song of cicadas, beyond the city's noise.

Your gaze, simply mesmerizing. I fear losing sight of it. Time refused to pause, leaving me in a constant wait for you. I really miss you, in every rainy season. What you choose to discard is what I most yearn to grasp. There wasn't enough time. My story is all about you. How did I find myself entwined in your love? Relinquishing all that I possessed.

Yet, words elude me when expressing my love. My story is all about you "

The performer's voice wasn't extraordinary, just ordinary. Perhaps due to the small audience, her voice seemed to lose a bit of its Luster.

But for Sabrina, the song stirred something profound. Her eyes welled up and her heart ached with the lyrics.

Years of pent-up emotions chose this moment to break free.

Over a decade, she'd observed Tyrone's journey from a naive college boy to the influential president of Blakely Group.

He was her target, a beacon in her murky existence, and her singular narrative for the past decade.

She'd crawled from the shadows, muddied and bruised, always striving to reach him.