Dying in the Snow You Sent Me To
Language: en
I spent months chasing Garrett. Eventually, he grew so sick of me that he lied, claiming he was at a ski resort twelve hundred miles away in the snow-choked mountains of Montana. I went. And the mountain gave way. Trapped beneath the crush of the avalanche, barely breathing in the dark, my phone vibrated. Garrett’s voice came through the speaker, sharp and mocking: "You actually went? You seriously couldn’t tell I was fucking with you?" "So... you’re not here," I whispered, the air freezing on my lips as I forced the words out. "Thank God..." Thank God you’re safe. Thank God you never…