The Bride Who Never Was
After that, I hung up first and stared blankly at the photos in my hands.
I had no idea how long had passed. Outside, it seemed like a heavy storm had started. Rain hammered against the roof in a relentless roar. In the darkness, Vincent’s voice suddenly echoed faintly in my ears, as if from a distant past.
“Christine, do you not like New York winters because it doesn’t snow heavily? Then from now on, every winter, I’ll take you somewhere with snow, like the Alps, Norway, or Iceland.”
Longyearbyen was the northernmost city in the world, six thousand kilometers away from New York. It was a place where it snowed all year round, with endless snow.
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