Felix watches Debbie's retreating figure, his chest
tight with a mix of frustration and regret. He opens
his mouth to speak but finds no words. He knows
he's hurt her, and the thought stabs deeper than
he's willing to admit.
Pasco, his fists still clenched, glares at Felix. "You
don't get it, do you? This isn't about her choices.
It's about you manipulating her. Your powers, your
influence… You're not the only one who's hurting
here."
Felix turns to face Pasco, his expression cold.
"Manipulating? You're the one who's been
controlling everything around her. You think
jealousy makes you a better choice, Pasco? If
anything, it only proves how little you truly understand her."
The silence between them deepens, heavy with the
weight of their words, and Felix's voice softens,
though still tinged with anger. "Debbie isn't a prize
to be fought over. She's not some trophy for either
of us to claim. If you cared about her at all, you'd
stop seeing her like that."
Pasco's eyes flicker with doubt, but he doesn't back
down. "And you think you're the one who knows
what's best for her? Because of some stupid
connection?"
Felix steps closer, his anger bubbling to the surface
again. "It's not about the connection. It's about
trust, respect, and understanding what she needs.
Something neither of us has given her until now."
In that moment, both of them know they are at a
crossroads, each struggling to come to terms with
the reality of their feelings and the stakes of their
actions.
Meanwhile, Debbie walks alone, her heart racing
with the weight of her decision. She feels torn, the
pull of two men who each want something from
her, yet neither truly sees the whole of who she is.
The further she walks, the more the weight of their
expectations feels suffocating.
At the edge of the forest, she stops and looks up at
the sky, searching for clarity. She breathes in
deeply, trying to steady herself. What do I really want? The question echoes in her mind, but the answer remains elusive.
She closes her eyes for a moment, letting the wind
brush against her skin. She feels the pulse of magic
in the air, an invisible thread that ties her to both
Felix and Pasco. But it's not the magic that defines
her—it's her heart, her choices, and the space she
needs to decide.
A rustle behind her causes her to spin around, and
she sees Felix standing at the edge of the clearing,
his eyes soft but filled with an undeniable intensity.
"Debbie," he begins, his voice gentle yet firm. "I
didn't mean to hurt you. But I won't pretend that
what I feel for you is anything but real. I want to be
the one you choose—not because of my abilities,
but because of who I am, and who we are together."
Debbie's breath catches in her throat. His words
touch something deep inside her, but the moment
is fleeting as her mind flashes back to Pasco, his
jealousy, and his desperate need for control.
Before she can answer, Pasco appears from behind the trees, his expression hard, but there's a
vulnerability in his eyes that he's trying to hide.
"I know I've made mistakes," Pasco says, his voice
low. "But I care about you, Debbie. More than I ever
cared about anything. I can change—be better. For
you."
Felix steps forward, his voice sharp but calm. "You
can't change who you are, Pasco. Not for her. Not
for anyone."
Debbie stands between them, her heart torn in two.
She turns to face both of them, her resolve
hardening. "You both need to understand
something. I'm not your competition. I'm not going
to choose one of you because of your power or
your promises. I need to know that you'll respect
me for who I am, not just as the woman you're both
obsessed with."
Felix and Pasco fall silent, and Debbie's eyes flash
with the intensity of her emotions. "You both need
to prove to me that you see me as more than just a
prize. I need time. Time to think, to breathe, and to
decide what's right for me."
As the words leave her lips, a powerful calm settles
over her. She knows she's made the right decision,
but the path ahead is uncertain. The forest around
them seems to hold its breath, as if waiting for the
next move.
Felix and Pasco look at each other, finally
understanding that the battle for Debbie's heart
isn't just a matter of will or power. It's about
respect, understanding, and giving her the space
she needs to find herself again.
With one last lingering look, Debbie turns and walks away, leaving behind two men who now understand that the fight for her is far from over. The real battle will be won when she's ready—not before.