December's cool breeze did little to ease the storm within
Debbie. The festive lights that adorned the streets seemed to
mock her, reminding her of the joy she couldn't feel.
Each night was a battle. Sleep eluded her as she lay in bed,
scrolling through social media, unable to resist the urge to
check Pasco's profile. His life seemed perfect. Smiling faces,
celebratory posts, moments filled with laughter—moments that didn't include her.Her heart clenched every time she saw him. How could he be
so happy while she was barely holding herself together?
In her darkest moments, Debbie thought about the fortune teller's words. The prediction had given her hope once—a fragile thread to cling to.
But now, as December wore on,her faith wavered. It's already December, she thought
bitterly. If I don't see him now, what's left for me in January or February?