Though Debbie was growing stronger every day, her heart still carried a quiet ache for Pasco. Late at night, when the world was silent, she would find herself thinking of him his smile, the sound of his laugh, the way he once made her feel like the center of his universe.
It wasn't just love; it was the memory of what could have been. She had loved him deeply, in a way she didn't think she could love anyone else. And no matter how much progress she made, a part of her heart still belonged to him.
Filex noticed.He never pried, but he could feel the subtle shift in her emotions when she thought of Pasco. The sadness in her eyes, the way her energy dimmed slightly. One evening, as they sat in the quiet warmth of the music store, Filex decided to address the unspoken.
"You still love him," he said softly, his gaze steady.
Debbie looked down, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "I do," she admitted. "Even after everything, I can't seem to let go.
It's like a part of me is still waiting for him, even though I know I shouldn't be."
Filex nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Love doesn't just disappear because it's inconvenient. It's a stubborn thing, but that doesn't mean it has to control you."