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RIDE BACK HOME

Penulis: Trajeh
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LILY

The office was quiet. Past midnight, the city outside had dulled to a low hum, leaving only the buzz of fluorescent lights and the shuffle of papers across Jake Ryland’s desk. I rubbed at my eyes, forcing myself to focus on the last few reports.Henry would normally have handled half of this, it had been me by Jake’s side the entire day and now the entire night.

“Call it.” Jake said suddenly, breaking the silence. His voice was calm, low, but I could hear the fatigue under it. “We’ll pick it up tomorrow.”

I blinked, surprised. “But the numbers...”

“Tomorrow,” he repeated. Firm and unwavering.

I hesitated, then nodded, gathering my things. I didn’t realize how heavy my body felt until I stood, the weight of exhaustion nearly pulling me back down.The elevators were empty, their mirrored walls reflecting the two of us ,me clutching my bag, his tie loosened, jacket folded over his arm.

Outside, the night air hit cold against my cheeks. I reached for my phone, checking ride apps, but
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  • FALLING FOR MR SNOWFLAKE   HOPE

    LILY Darkness pressed against the cabin windows when I stirred. My body ached, my head throbbed, and my chest still felt tight from the panic attack. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. Then reality hit me—Jake. Our vows. The snow-dusted ridge. The baby growing inside me. The advocate office. Our private wedding. The cabin. All gone from the world’s eyes. “No… this isn’t real,” I whispered, my voice trembling. Panic started to rise again, but I forced myself upright, shaking off the fog. I grabbed my phone. Jake. Henry. Dead tone. Dead tone. I pressed a hand to my belly. A faint flutter stirred inside me.My little anchor. My reason to keep moving forward. Enough. I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t stay here. I shoved myself off the rug, pulled on my coat and boots, grabbed my keys and phone. “I’m coming to find you,” I whispered into the empty cabin. “I’m done letting them erase us.” The streets blurred beneath my wheels. Ryland Enterprise rose ahead. Somewhere inside, there had

  • FALLING FOR MR SNOWFLAKE   OLD ACQUAINTANCE

    Snow slid down the cabin windows in thin, melting streaks, Inside, Lily sat curled on the sagging couch, one hand resting unconsciously over the barely there swell of her stomach. A month of silence from Jake. A month of threats. A month of waking every morning wondering if she imagined him, imagined them, imagined their wedding vows spoken in a room that now no longer existed. She blinked slowly, staring at the cold fireplace, lost in the loop of memories she both cherished and wished to claw out of her mind. The letter still lay on the table, its edges frayed from how often her fingers had traced the hateful words. " Forget him. Or lose what’s left of him." Her stomach tightened. A loud chime shattered the quiet. At first, Lily didn’t react. The sound repeated—a sharp notification tone from her old tablet sitting on the counter. She frowned; she hadn’t touched it in weeks. She moved slowly toward it, her limbs stiff. An alert banner filled the screen: **BREAKING NEWS

  • FALLING FOR MR SNOWFLAKE   WARNING

    LILY Eventually the cold forces me to move. My body aches from kneeling in the snow, my clothes soaked through, but none of it compares to the ache behind my ribs. I walk back down the ridge in a daze, the ruined registry office burned into my vision like an afterimage. When I reach the cottage, I shut the door and stand there for a moment, breathing slowly, trying to steady the trembling in my hands. Then the thought comes - call him. I pull out my phone. His name is still there: Jake. Seeing it makes my throat tighten. I press the call icon before I can think too hard about it. The ringtone barely lasts three beats before the line clicks to a flat message: “The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. " My fingers freeze around the phone.I try again. Same message. A familiar pressure builds in my chest. I swallow hard and move to the next name that could anchor me - Henry. If anyone would know where Jake is, it’s him. Henry never turns his phone o

  • FALLING FOR MR SNOWFLAKE   NO TRACE

    LILY They released me just after noon. I stand on legs that feel borrowed, wrapped in clothes that don’t feel like mine. Jake bought these. I know he did. My fingers curl into the sweater, trying to conjure the warmth of his hands, his laugh, his breath against my cheek during our honeymoon. " Let me spoil you for once, " he had whispered while dragging me onto the couch at the cabin, the fire crackling behind us. " You’re my wife now, Lily. I get to love you loudly. " The wind outside the hospital stings my cheeks. Detective Rowan had said they’d “call with updates" but I know what that means: They don’t believe me. They don’t believe Jake existed at all. The taxi driver helps me into the car. I murmur directions to my cottage, staring out the window as the world blurs past — snowbanks, pine trees, mountain shadows. Everything looks familiar but wrong, like someone moved the scenery around while I slept. My cottage sits small and lonely beneath heavy branches dripping

  • FALLING FOR MR SNOWFLAKE   POLICE INTERVIEW

    LILY “Miss Carter,” the older one says with a nod. “I’m Detective Rowan. This is Detective Vale. We’d like to ask a few questions about the night of your accident.” Accident. The word ricochets through my mind like a bullet. I wet my lips, throat raw. “I… I don’t remember everything.” “That’s alright.” Rowan pulls up a chair. “Tell us what you do remember.” " Snow.Wind. Jake’s hand finding mine. His voice, tight with fear.The blinding headlights— A shadow— A scream— Then nothing. " I swallow hard. “We were driving. A storm hit. We were trying to get back down the ridge—” “We?” Rowan interrupts gently. “Who is we , Miss Carter?” My heart stutters. “My husband. Jake. Jake Ryland.” The two detectives exchange a glance so fast most people would miss it. “Miss Carter,” Vale says slowly, “no one else was found at the scene.” I grip the blanket tighter. “You keep saying that. But he was with me. We were together.” Rowan clears his throat. “Let me walk you through what we

  • FALLING FOR MR SNOWFLAKE   AFTER THE STORM

    LILY White ceiling. White lights. White curtains. White noise humming somewhere above me. My eyelids feel impossibly heavy, like I’m waking after a century. My throat burns as if I swallowed sand . And my body—my body doesn’t feel like mine at all. A soft beeping beside me keeps time with my heartbeat. I’m in a hospital. But why? My breath hitches. My fingers twitch weakly. And slowly memories begin to claw their way back, slippery and fragmented. Snow.A storm.The car sliding. Jake yelling my name. A shadow— And then nothing. Nothing but darkness swallowing everything whole. “Hey—hey, easy,” a voice murmurs. I turn my head, every bone protesting the movement. A nurse in pale blue scrubs steps into view, relief softening her features. She reaches for the monitor beside me, adjusting something with gentle hands. “You’re awake,” she says quietly. My lips feel cracked. When I try to speak, only a rasp escapes. “W…where—” “You’re at Lakeside Medical.” My pul

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