One evening, Felix found himself at his favorite café in Phnom Penh, nursing a cup of black co ee. His sister Elise slid into the seat across from him, her sharp eyes scanning his face.
"You look like someone stole your soul," she teased, though her tone carried a hint of concern.
Felix offered a half-hearted smile. "Just tired, Elise."
"Liar," she said, leaning forward. "You're thinking about her, aren't you?"
Felix didn't deny it. Instead, he stared out the window, watching the bustling street outside. "She's with him now. Pasco. I see them together sometimes. She looks happy."
"Does she really look happy, or are you just telling
yourself that to make this easier?" Elise challenged, her voice gentle but firm.
Felix sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It doesn't matter. If she's chosen him, that's her decision. I just… I wish I could've been enough."
Elise reached out, placing a hand on his. "Felix, you are enough. You've always been enough. But sometimes, people have to go through their own journeys, even if it means walking away from the people who care about them the most."
He nodded, though the ache in his chest didn't lessen.
"I just want her to be happy, Elise. That's all I've ever wanted."