As the months passed in Bangkok, Pasco found
himself drifting through his days. His relationships,
his work—everything felt distant and detached. But
one night, as he sat in his quiet apartment, a
message came through from Debbie. It had been
months since they'd spoken, and yet, her message
was simple but full of emotion:
"I'm thinking of you, Pasco. I just wanted to let you know."
He stared at the screen, his fingers frozen over his
phone. Debbie's words stirred something inside
him—something he had buried long ago. Despite all the hurt, the silence, and the distance, a small part of him still loved her.