Suddenly, Tyrone's hand caught hers, and in a sleepy whisper, he confessed, "Sabrina, I love you."

Sabrina's ears registered Tyrone's words, but they seemed like drunken mumbles more than anything else.

She attempted to extricate her wrist from his grasp, but to no avail, his grip merely grew firmer.

Struggling to pry his fingers loose, she found her efforts in vain.

"Sabrina, I love you," Tyrone murmured once more.

At his words, Sabrina halted, shock rippling through her. She thought she must have misunderstood him. Pivoting towards Tyrone, she asked softly, "Tyrone, could you repeat that?"

"I love you, Sabrina. Please, don't abandon me. I'm sorry. I promise to love you correctly from this point onward. Please, don't Leave..."

Tyrone knew he was a coward. Fearful of the icy, mocking expression that might appear on Sabrina's face, he chose to express his feelings as though he was merely talking in his sleep.

His words made Sabrina drop her gaze.

She wondered if he'd mistaken her for someone else in his drunken state.

Or perhaps, he was simply ridden with guilt and didn't wish for a divorce.

But after everything she had gone through, after the steep price she had paid, she had no desire to associate with him any longer.

Steadily, Sabrina resumed the task of loosening his fingers.

Sensing her imminent departure, Tyrone was struck with a wave of disappointment and desperation.

Her indifference towards his confession was palpable.

Ultimately, he was unable to make her stay.

A bitter tide rose from the depths of his heart.

No, he couldn't let her leave!

Suddenly, his grip on her wrist tightened, making Sabrina gasp and topple onto him.

Quick as a flash, Tyrone flipped her beneath him, found her lips and kissed her with a fervor.