The Snowfall That Thawed My Heart

Melanie had said, "You've always wanted to see the snow in your dad's hometown, right? The colonel says I'll be transferred to the northern military district in six months. When you go to Valmore College, we can go see the snow together and walk through it until we grow old."

At the time, I was so moved I almost cried.

It was clear now that it was only ever my dream, and mine alone to realize.

I stayed by the sea until dawn before finally heading home.

That entire night, neither Melanie nor Mom bothered to ask where I had been.

The only thing that kept updating was Wilson's social media. He posted videos of them surrounding him, trying to cheer him up.

When I got home, I opened the door and found my blanket and pillow thrown onto the living room floor.

Mom coldly said, "If Wilson spends another night in that room with you, you'd probably bully him to death. From now on, you're sleeping in the living room."

Melanie's eyes were bloodshot as she walked over to me. "Mrs. Holland is right. Your temper needs some work. If you're still like this when you come with me to the army after we get married, no one will let you have your way anymore."

Ignoring them both, I bent down to pick up my blanket and tossed it on the couch. I crawled under it and closed my eyes.

I didn't sleep a wink that night. All I wanted was some peace and quiet.

Mom scoffed. "You're just like your late father, stubborn as hell."

Smiling, she hooked her arm through Wilson's. "Come on, Melanie and I will take you shopping for new clothes. You're going to college soon. You need to look sharp."

With that, the three of them left happily, not sparing me a second glance.

I didn't wake up until the afternoon. The house was eerily silent.

My throat felt parched, so I went into my bedroom and took two large gulps from my thermos.

By the time I tasted the mango, it was already too late. My breath caught in my chest, and a rash spread across my body.

Panicking, I searched desperately for my allergy medicine, but the medicine box was empty. Instead, I found mango juice in Wilson's backpack.

I didn't have time to think. Clenching my teeth, I called for an ambulance before losing consciousness.

When I woke up, I saw Mom sitting next to my hospital bed, her face filled with irritation.

"You really can't stand to see me have a peaceful day, can you? You actually tried to kill yourself?"

I quickly shook my head. "Mom, I didn't! It was Wilson! He poured mango juice into my thermos on purpose!"

The next second, a sharp slap landed across my face.

"Bullshit! You've been bullying Wilson since he moved in. He would never do something like that! How did I end up with a son like you?"

With that, Mom stormed out of the ward, leaving me in tears.

Just then, the door slammed open again, and Melanie walked in. She looked at me with a touch of pity.

After a sigh, she said, "I admit I haven't been paying enough attention to you lately, but Mrs. Holland asked me to take good care of Wilson. I couldn't say no. She's watched me grow up. I can't break her heart.

"I promise, once you're both in college and Wilson has his own friends, I'll spend all my time off with you, okay? Please, don't cause any more trouble."

I stared into her eyes and asked, "Will you believe me if I say it was Wilson who got me into the hospital?"

I shoved my phone in her face, showing her the picture I took of the mango juice in Wilson's bag, along with the purchase receipt.

Melanie's brow furrowed.

For a moment, a spark of hope lit up in my chest. I wanted her to believe me just this once.

But the next words out of her mouth made me feel like I had been dumped into an ice-cold pit.