Where Snow Can't Follow
As rain started to fall, I belatedly remembered how the weather forecast said it would get colder later in the night, and maybe even start to snow.
Once it starts snowing in Atlanta, it never seems to stop.
I used to dread winter, but Lucas would always wrap me in his coat several sizes larger than I was, keeping a warm blanket available in his car just for me.
Looking back now, those moments of so-called happiness were never meant to last.
As the rain poured harder, strands of hair stuck damply to my forehead, and my steps wavered almost to the point of collapse.
I shook my head and let out a bitter laugh. How did my life end up like this?
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