Debbie walked through the familiar streets of Phnom Penh, hand in hand with Pasco, but something felt different. Though their bond had deepened, cracks were starting to show. Pasco's old habits—the dismissive comments, the forgotten promises—were creeping back into their relationship.
"I told you I'd call," Pasco said one evening,brushing off
Debbie's frustration when he canceled their dinner
plans last minute.
"You always say that, Pasco," she replied, her voice
trembling. "And I always end up waiting."
Pasco sighed, his attention already elsewhere. "Debbie,you're overthinking this. I've just been busy."
But Debbie wasn't overthinking. She was realizing. The person who once made her feel like she was enough now made her feel like an afterthought.
That night, she sat alone in her apartment, her phone lighting up with a message from Felix: I hope today was better than yesterday. If not, I'm here to listen.