When Pasco finally returned to Phnom Penh, the
tension was palpable. The city that had once felt
like a haven now seemed like a battleground. Pasco wasn't the same person who had left. The time spent away from Debbie had reshaped him—he was more guarded, more aware of the choices he had made.He met Debbie in a small café on the outskirts of the city, the place where they had first shared their hopes and dreams. The atmosphere was electric, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.
"I'm sorry," Pasco said, his voice thick with emotion.
"I was selfish. I pushed you away when I should've
been holding on."
Debbie's heart raced as she listened to him. She
wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that he had
changed. But the pain of the past still lingered.