Where Snow Can't Follow

On the day of Lucas' engagement, he managed to get a few lackeys to keep me occupied, and by the time I stepped out the police station, done with questioning, it was already dark outside.

Arriving home, I stood there on the doorstep and eavesdropped on Lucas and his friends talking about me.

"I was afraid she'd cause trouble, so I got her to spend the whole day at the police station. I made sure that everything would be set in stone by the time she got out."

Shaking my head with a bitter laugh, I blocked all of Lucas' contacts and went overseas without any hesitation.

That night, Lucas lost all his composure, kicking over a table and smashing a bottle of liquor, sending glass shards flying all over the floor. "She's just throwing a tantrum because she's jealous… She'll come back once she gets over it…"

What he didn't realize, then, was that this wasn't just a fit of anger or a petty tantrum.

This time, I truly didn't want him anymore.

By the time questioning was done and I left the police station, it was already dark outside.

On the day of Lucas’ engagement, I was completely out of it, so it was no surprise that I crashed into a car while making a turn. The other party deliberately made things difficult, so it was a long, dragged-out affair.

I tried to call Lucas, but to no avail, all while my social media feed was being flooded with photos of him and his fiancée. Each of those pictures stung like a knife to the heart.

I was furious, and after holding in a whole day’s worth of frustration and resentment, I desperately needed an outlet. Without hesitation, I took a cab straight to his place.

When I got there, the door was slightly ajar, and several voices could be heard from the inside.

This wasn’t unnatural, since he’d often invite his friends over to bond over booze or to watch a game.

I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but hearing them discussing me made me stop right there at the porch.

The first voice I heard was from James, sounding almost regretful, "To be honest, we all thought you'd end up with Susan. You two grew up together, and she's really beautiful, but she does have a terrible temper!"

"She's spoiled. After all these years of making a fuss, she still doesn't know when to stop." Lucas leaned back into the sofa, glanced down at his watch, and furrowed his brows in annoyance.

If his calculations were correct, it was about time Susan arrived at the scene. His head hurt at the very thought of her crying and throwing a temper tantrum.

"How strange," James mused, "Wouldn't she have lost her mind and caused a scene by now after your engagement with Lulu? I haven't seen her at all today! Where'd she go?"

Lucas chuckled. "I was afraid she'd cause trouble, so I got her to spend the