Debbie sat in her small apartment, staring at the
blank screen of her laptop. It was a Saturday, and she should have been studying for her upcoming exam. But all she could think about was the last
conversation with Pasco.
He had returned. Not physically, but in the quiet
spaces between her thoughts. She had pushed him
out of her life for so long, convinced that she could
move on. But now, with each passing day, she felt
herself slipping back into the same pattern of
questioning, wondering if she had made the right
decision. She had begged him for answers once. She had cried for him to explain why he left her without a word. But now, the silence was deafening. It wasn't just the silence of his absence—it was the silence inside her, the void of not knowing what had been real between them.