Felix met her at a quiet café later that evening. The
air was thick with tension, and Debbie couldn't ignore the feeling that she was about to say something she had been avoiding for far too long.
Felix took a sip of his co ee and studied her. "I've
known for a while, Debbie," he said gently. "I know
you've been struggling with… him."
Debbie looked down at her hands, clenched in her
lap. "Pasco," she murmured, almost as if speaking his name would pull her back into the storm of emotions she had been desperately trying to escape.
Felix nodded. "You still love him, don't you?"
The words hit her like a wave. She hadn't wanted to
admit it to herself, but Felix's question made
everything clear. "I don't know," she whispered. "I
thought I was done with him. But every time I try to
move on, I find myself thinking about him."
Felix's jaw clenched. His eyes softened with a mixture of understanding and pain. "I get it, Debbie. I do. But you can't keep holding onto him and keep me at arm's length. I don't want to be a second choice."
Debbie's heart squeezed painfully. "Felix, it's not that simple."
Felix leaned forward, his gaze never leaving hers. "It never is. But you have to decide, Debbie. You can't keep living in the past."
She nodded slowly, her mind racing. She had to make a choice. And in that moment, it felt impossible. How could she choose between the love of her past and the possibility of a future with Felix?