The weight of this truth was unbearable. Debbie clutched her pillow, tears streaming down her face. This wasn't just heartbreak—it was the agony of knowing her love had been one-sided, that her deepest feelings had been met with indifference.
"Why wasn't I enough?" she whispered into the silence. The question lingered, unanswered, as her sobs filled the room.
The pain wasn't just about losing Pasco. It was about losing the version of herself she had been when she believed in their love. She had been so sure, so certain that what they had was special. Now, she was left questioning everything.