Pasco sat in a dimly lit café, staring at the half-empty cup of coffee in front of him. He had poured his heart into that letter, and the silence from Debbie was suffocating.
"Still hung up on her?" a familiar voice said.
Pasco looked up to see Alyssa, an old friend from Bangkok who had always been blunt to a fault. She slid into the seat across from him, raising an eyebrow.
"You know me too well," Pasco muttered.
"She's moved on, hasn't she?" Alyssa asked, sipping her coffee.
Pasco hesitated. "I don't know. She's with someone else, but I can't just let her go. Not without trying."
Alyssa sighed. "Pasco, sometimes trying isn't enough. If you really love her, maybe you need to let her figure out what makes her happy—even if it's not you."
Her words hit him hard, but he couldn't shake the image of Debbie in his mind. He had to see her, to know for sure if there was still a chance.