The hours passed, and Debbie found herself staring at her phone, her fingers itching to type his name into the search
bar. But what would it change? She knew deep down that seeing his life unfold without her would only hurt more.
Still, the urge to reach out, to say something, was almost unbearable.
She grabbed her phone and threw it onto her bed, forcing herself to stand. Focus, Debbie, she thought, pacing the room. But no matter how many times she told herself to let go, her heart wouldn't listen.
The weight of Pasco's absence wasn't just emotional; it was physical. It sat heavily on her chest, a constant ache that refused to go away.
She tried to return to her studies, but the numbers and laws on the page seemed meaningless compared to the storm
inside her. How could she care about legal principles when her world felt like it was falling apart?
Her frustration boiled over, and she slammed her textbook
shut.
"Why can't I just stop thinking about him?" she
whispered, her voice trembling.