Snow on the Other Side

The day I was released from prison was New Year's Eve.

My fiancée had promised to pick me up. Instead, she was busy ringing in the New Year with the man she had always loved.

By the time I found my way back home from memory, she was in the middle of a cheering crowd, wrapped in his arms.

"Nancy, Samuel's getting out today. Aren't you going to pick him up?" someone asked.

Nancy Wheeler let out a soft laugh, her red lips curling slightly.

"Pick him up? What's more important, him or New Year's? He's been in there for years. One more day won't kill him."

"Aren't you afraid he'll be angry?"

Colder than the wind and snow outside were Nancy's indifferent words.

"He's the one who made a mistake. What right does he have to be angry? The fact that I was still willing to be with him was already a mercy."

As the words left her mouth, she lifted her gaze, only to meet mine.

The smile froze on her face.

The cold light from inside fell across me, and something in my heart froze with it.

She said she was still willing to have me.

However, I no longer wanted her.

Everything went quiet for a moment, then Nancy Wheeler was the first to come back to her senses. She walked over to me, her steps light and graceful.

I stood there with my short, plain haircut and old, out-of-style clothes, sticking out like a sore thumb on that happy, snowy night. She paused, just for a second, before she gently hugged me.

"Why didn't you wait for me to come get you?"

Her voice was soft and soothing, and for a second, I felt lost in it. However, I could not forget what had just happened, not when it was right in front of my eyes.

"It's okay, I knew the way."

That was a lie. I had waited for her in the snow outside the prison for so long that the guard felt sorry for me and called a car.

Looking past Nancy, I saw the man behind her.

Hank Lawson was sprawled on the couch in his fancy dark grey suit, looking pretty pleased with himself.

When he caught my eye, he quickly hid his annoyance and gave me a polite smile.

"Samuel, what a coincidence that you got out just in time for New Year's. Is it a double celebration?"

He got up, put his arm around Nancy's waist, and looked at me like he was challenging me.

I tried to smile, and Nancy, holding onto Hank with one hand and me with the other, led us to sit in the middle of the crowd.

Hank's buddy caught his eye, got the message, and started to tease me.

"Samuel, is that you? You've changed so much in three years. When you were standing at the door, I thought you were a homeless guy."

Their laughter was loud and harsh. Hank coughed and