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happens.’
He must’ve picked up on my lack of enthusiasm. ‘You’re not looking forward to university?’
‘Not yet.’ My lips turned down. ‘But only because I can’t imagine leaving here.’
He regarded me thoughtfully. ‘You don’t miss your boyfriend?’
‘My boyfriend?’ I was taken aback. ‘I don’t have one.’
His eyes widened. ‘No?’
‘I did, but we broke up at Christmas.’
‘Aah.’ He gave me a knowing look. ‘Swedish Pete got his facts wrong.’
‘Swedish Pete again?’ I asked with a disbelieving giggle.
He grinned. ‘I think he was a little besotted with you.’
I laughed and pulled a face.
We fell silent as we returned our attention to the view. I tried to relax and recapture the sense of tranquillity from earlier in the day, but my breathing was shallow and I felt strangely
skittish.
The sun was dipping below the clouds.
‘Going...’ I said.
‘Going...’ he said.
‘Gone,’ we both finished at the same time, turning to face each other. I shivered.
‘You’re cold. We should go back inside,’ he said, placing his hand on my arm. I stared up at him for a long few seconds before lowering my gaze to see his smile slowly fading.
I met his eyes again and involuntarily stepped closer. A moment later, his lips were on mine.
We barely slept that night, talking and kissing as we lay in each other’s arms on the sofa. Occasionally Angus would flit into my mind and that would make everything seem unreal, but I
knew I had no reason to feel guilty. It was thrilling being with Remy.
In the morning we rose in time for the sunrise and went to the ice cave, our view framed by icicles clinging to the ceiling as the sparkling sun rose over the mountains and up into a clear, blue
sky.
Cécile and I put Remy and Amelie on the first cable car down and stood and waved them off. But I didn’t feel sad to see them go because I knew it wasn’t the end. It was just
the beginning. The beautiful beginning of a beautiful relationship that would last only a few short months.
Falling in love with Remy was easy. Letting him go at the end of the summer was the hardest thing. Neither of us believed in long-distant relationships, so when we parted it was devastatingly
final.
But we almost didn’t part at all. I kept delaying my return home, and as autumn approached, I seriously considered staying in Chamonix permanently. It was Dad who talked me out of it, when
he finally made it over to visit me in August.
‘You’re only eighteen!’ he exclaimed. ‘You can’t throw away your career prospects because of a man,’ he said, amongst other arguments he’d used to
convince me to take up my place at university.
I told him I wanted to be a mountain guide, like Remy. He’d done as I’d suggested and moved from Turin, scoring a job with a tour company who took climbers up the mountains. He was
doing what he loved, day in, day out, and getting paid for it. Why shouldn’t I aspire to do the same?
‘There’s no money in it,’ Dad said. Climbing for him had been a hobby, something he had done at weekends to get away from it all. Prior to retirement, he’d worked as a
civil engineer for a large building company. He hadn’t been passionate about his job, but it had paid well and had allowed him to live the life he’d wanted outside of working hours.
In the end, I succumbed to pressure and returned to England with a broken heart.
My sadness didn’t stop me from throwing myself into life at university in London, but I knew I wasn’t done with France. And I also believed that Remy and I would cross paths again
one day.
It turns out I was right. Two weeks before I’m set to marry Angus, here we are again. It should be Angus who’s filling my head tonight, with happy thoughts about
our future. Instead a snowstorm is brewing that’s entirely Remy-induced. It’s scaring me.
Chapter 8
Rose
What was
that
all about?
I jump back under the covers as I hear the front door
He must’ve picked up on my lack of enthusiasm. ‘You’re not looking forward to university?’
‘Not yet.’ My lips turned down. ‘But only because I can’t imagine leaving here.’
He regarded me thoughtfully. ‘You don’t miss your boyfriend?’
‘My boyfriend?’ I was taken aback. ‘I don’t have one.’
His eyes widened. ‘No?’
‘I did, but we broke up at Christmas.’
‘Aah.’ He gave me a knowing look. ‘Swedish Pete got his facts wrong.’
‘Swedish Pete again?’ I asked with a disbelieving giggle.
He grinned. ‘I think he was a little besotted with you.’
I laughed and pulled a face.
We fell silent as we returned our attention to the view. I tried to relax and recapture the sense of tranquillity from earlier in the day, but my breathing was shallow and I felt strangely
skittish.
The sun was dipping below the clouds.
‘Going...’ I said.
‘Going...’ he said.
‘Gone,’ we both finished at the same time, turning to face each other. I shivered.
‘You’re cold. We should go back inside,’ he said, placing his hand on my arm. I stared up at him for a long few seconds before lowering my gaze to see his smile slowly fading.
I met his eyes again and involuntarily stepped closer. A moment later, his lips were on mine.
We barely slept that night, talking and kissing as we lay in each other’s arms on the sofa. Occasionally Angus would flit into my mind and that would make everything seem unreal, but I
knew I had no reason to feel guilty. It was thrilling being with Remy.
In the morning we rose in time for the sunrise and went to the ice cave, our view framed by icicles clinging to the ceiling as the sparkling sun rose over the mountains and up into a clear, blue
sky.
Cécile and I put Remy and Amelie on the first cable car down and stood and waved them off. But I didn’t feel sad to see them go because I knew it wasn’t the end. It was just
the beginning. The beautiful beginning of a beautiful relationship that would last only a few short months.
Falling in love with Remy was easy. Letting him go at the end of the summer was the hardest thing. Neither of us believed in long-distant relationships, so when we parted it was devastatingly
final.
But we almost didn’t part at all. I kept delaying my return home, and as autumn approached, I seriously considered staying in Chamonix permanently. It was Dad who talked me out of it, when
he finally made it over to visit me in August.
‘You’re only eighteen!’ he exclaimed. ‘You can’t throw away your career prospects because of a man,’ he said, amongst other arguments he’d used to
convince me to take up my place at university.
I told him I wanted to be a mountain guide, like Remy. He’d done as I’d suggested and moved from Turin, scoring a job with a tour company who took climbers up the mountains. He was
doing what he loved, day in, day out, and getting paid for it. Why shouldn’t I aspire to do the same?
‘There’s no money in it,’ Dad said. Climbing for him had been a hobby, something he had done at weekends to get away from it all. Prior to retirement, he’d worked as a
civil engineer for a large building company. He hadn’t been passionate about his job, but it had paid well and had allowed him to live the life he’d wanted outside of working hours.
In the end, I succumbed to pressure and returned to England with a broken heart.
My sadness didn’t stop me from throwing myself into life at university in London, but I knew I wasn’t done with France. And I also believed that Remy and I would cross paths again
one day.
It turns out I was right. Two weeks before I’m set to marry Angus, here we are again. It should be Angus who’s filling my head tonight, with happy thoughts about
our future. Instead a snowstorm is brewing that’s entirely Remy-induced. It’s scaring me.
Chapter 8
Rose
What was
that
all about?
I jump back under the covers as I hear the front door
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