Despite the pain, Tyrone persisted, the kiss growing more intense, the taste of blood mingling with their breaths.

Suddenly, something salty fell onto their lips.

Tyrone released Sabrina, only to see her eyes red, tears streaming down her face.

He panicked, hurriedly wiping her tears. “I'm sorry, Sabrina. I was wrong. Please, don't cry. I'm so sorry..."

But Sabrina continued to cry, her silence heavy and suffocating, leaving Tyrone feeling a painful constriction in his chest.

"I'm sorry, Sabrina. I shouldn't have forced you. Hit me, yell at me, just don't stay silent."

"What good would hitting or yelling at you do? Will you even listen to me?" Sabrina snapped, her eyes icy. She wiped her tears and continued, "You won't! You claim to care for me, but you've never respected me!

You stalk me, invading my privacy. You disregard my wishes, making me feel trapped and controlled. This is not the life I want

Tyrone's heart pounded in alarm at her words. "Sabrina, I just want to be near you. If it upsets you, I'll stop. Don't cry. I'll do whatever you ask."

"I want you to stay away from me!" Sabrina yelled, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

She had struggled long and hard to divorce him, to Let go.

Yet he persisted in intruding into her life and disturbing her peace.

Tyrone's expression was one of frustration. After a moment's pause, his voice tinged with bitterness, he finally conceded, "Alright, I promise you."

The following day saw Sabrina and Bettie excitedly enrolling in a tour group, a two-day adventure ahead of them.

Interestingly, every tourist within the group hailed from their own country, creating a sense of camaraderie.

On the bus, about a dozen passengers were spread out, engaging in lively conversations. Although they were in a foreign country, the presence of fellow countrymen negated any sense of unfamiliarity.

Laughter and chatter filled the air.

When Sabrina and Bettie boarded the bus, conversations momentarily hushed, only to resume soon after.

The two of them took seats side by side.

A young man in the front seat turned, a friendly smile on his face.