“Sabrina, can you find it in your heart to give us another chance?"

Noticing her silence, Tyrone hesitantly reached for her hand.

After regaining consciousness, Sabrina instinctively retreated a step.

Tyrone halted, his outstretched hand suspended mid-air. Masking his discomfort, he clenched his hand and let it fall to his side.

A faint smile played on his lips. “I apologize, I got ahead of myself.”