Lost in the Snow

Warning: this is a story about imperfect people and it contains almost no sex scenes.

Unfortunately, this story didn't benefit from someone checking the grammar. So if you suffer from some kind of bad grammar allergy, you better skip this one. Otherwise, be prepared for a heavy dose of German-English.

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Thank God, it's finally done. If anybody had told me how annoying organizing a big wedding would be, I would have refused the whole thing right away. But as it is the norm with such things, the whole ugly truth is revealed gradually. And most of all, when it is too late anyway.

I've been married before, blissfully happily married indeed. And I finally could fully appreciate the fact that my deceased wife Julie had settled for a small wedding. It was a beautiful, intimate ceremony without much fuss. Just a few friends and family. Very quiet, very romantic. But no, of course my new fiancée Rachel wanted the whole nine yards. A big, no make that a huge wedding with all bells and whistles.

I mean, who cares if the color of the napkins matches the flowers? Not me, that's for certain. But for everybody else, it seemed to be a matter of vital importance. Needless to say, "everybody else" consisted solely of females in this case. My soon-to-be father in law wisely kept his nose out of it. So I was at the mercy of my mother in law, my fiancée Rachel and her best friend Amber. Of course, in a perfunctory way I was asked if the church should be decorated with roses or lilies. But everybody seemed to regard me as incompetent regarding such questions anyway, which was quite close to the truth.

I tried to object from time to time by mentioning my wonderful, modest ceremony with Julie, but my concerns fell on deaf ears. Hell, these remarks even earned me outright hostile looks for whatever reason. Yeah, I've been in love before. Deeply, totally in love. And I've lost my beloved wife due to some freak accident. But did that mean I was supposed to never mention her again? To declare her a persona non grata? To deny her existence? Fat chance. Rachel knew about my past all along and Julie was a part of me and always would be.

However, after I had endured faking concerned interest in an endless number of miniscule decisions for several weeks, I felt that we had earned a break. Everything seemed to be settled and things generally seemed to be on their way. Even non-world-shaking questions about the type of umbrella protecting the bride in case of sudden rain and the type of car driving us from the church to the party were settled. I felt that the possibility of a sudden nuclear strike and the color of the ABC protection suits was the only detail yet undecided, but wisely omitted to mention it.

Anyway, everyone seemed to be happy with the state of the preparations and I felt that only one thing still needed to be done urgently. That was to reconnect with the woman I planned to marry soon and that almost seemed to be a little estranged by then, which I booked that as an effect of the stress level apparently caused by the wedding planning.

Rachel had accepted from the beginning that I had a past with Julie and had helped me to conquer my demons. She lifted me out of the deep depression I had fallen into and brought me back into the world of the living. She was even very understanding when I sometimes inadvertently called her Julie when we made love, which I think happened less and less. Over the months I fell in love with Rachel, maybe even as deeply as I'd been with Julie. Even though she was very understanding, she banned a few of Julie's photos from my home after she'd moved in. She also was very sensitive whenever I suggested she should dress more like Julie so I dropped the matter for a while. We argued about my wish to keep some of Julie's knick-knacks and about her wish of redecorating the rooms. It wasn't easy, but we both knew it wouldn't be. But in the end we made it and found a way to live our lives together. Our happiness and love grew from day to day until I finally made up my mind to propose to her.

Yeah, she did agree. But to my surprise she did so after a terrifyingly long thinking time. That was really unexpected and a bit disappointing. She had worked so hard and relentless on pursuing me that I had just assumed this was what she had dreamed of. But she had just looked at me with a blank expression for what felt like hours, but could only have been seconds.

"Yes, Alex, I do want to marry you. But..."

But what?

"Alex, you know, some things haven't been exactly easy around here for me."

"What do you mean, Julie?"

She just looked at me with a pained expression.

"Oh, shit. Rachel. I meant Rachel, of course."

"Alex, you're a great guy. And I know you've been through hell. I also believe you when you say you love me. But I'm afraid you love more than one woman."

"Rachel, please believe me. I'm just too used to the name Julie. I love you. I love only you."

She burst into tears and flew into my arms.

"Yes, Alex, I'll marry you. But please don't hurt me too much, okay?"

"I won't, Rachel. I won't..."

That was not my brightest hour, but I hoped my little faux-pas wouldn't strain our relationship too much. There seemed to be a slight shadow over us afterwards, but the real reason was unclear to me as the preparation stress had soon started to take its toll too.

My plan was to re-connect with the currently even a little bitchy Rachel by spending a surprise wellness weekend in the North with her. Her mood had worsened steadily during the preparation phase and while she was heavily engaged in it, it didn't seem to make her happy at all.

Anyway, it was done now. All we had to do was to actually get married. And I dearly hoped that my surprise weekend would turn out as a success. I was determined to avoid mentioning Julie as well as the wedding details at all cost.

"Uuuh, Alex." I even received a kiss at this point, which had gotten quite rare. "A romantic wellness weekend? Oh, honey, that's so nice. Thank you." She seemed delighted for sure and I suddenly realized how tense I'd been, obviously afraid to be rejected again. But my surprise was spot on. Great. Just the thing we needed to patch our strained relationship.

"Yeah, I've been there before. The hotel is quite lovely. The have a great spa area. Julie especially loved the sea food restaurant. You'll see, it will be just marvelous." Damn; I had mentioned Julie again. I cursed myself, but apart from a quick weird look, Rachel didn't react to it.

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We arrived at the hotel early and despite the bad weather, everything was pretty much perfect. The hotel was very nice, the spa looked marvelous and our room was just great. We'll have a nice time here, I thought, getting close to each other again. We would mend our relationship and finally getting laid again in the process wouldn't hurt either.

"Wow, this room is just great, Alex."

"Yeah, when it clears up, you can even see the lake from here. It looks totally romantic."

"Oh, how nice. How do you know?"

"I've been in exactly this room before."

"Oh, you've been here before."

"Well, yeah, with... yeah, I've been here." With Julie, of course, but this time I successfully avoided mentioning her.

"Oh." She seemed a little taken aback nonetheless. "Have you asked for this specific room?"

"Yeah, I like it."

"I see."

She looked a bit pissed and I was starting to be a little annoyed myself. Why was I supposed to deny my past with Julie? Rachel surely knew that I loved her, why was she so insecure? Was it such a big deal to use the same room I've had with my late wife before? It held nice memories for me and I didn't see anything wrong with it.

The weather got worse quickly, and soon after our arrival it turned into a severe snow storm. Michael, a nice guy from the reception, informed us that we would be stuck in the hotel for several days. Not that I could care less, in the contrary, it somehow seemed romantic. And I didn't plan to leave our room that often anyway. Only to meet the most basic nutrition needs and to relax in the spa from time to time. I was even glad that any outdoor activities were rendered impossible.

"More romantic time for us," I remarked to Rachel. She seemed less enthusiastic for some reason. "I just hope I'll be back to work in time," she replied surprisingly sharp. A faint bitchiness warning bell rang in the back of my head.

"Let's grab something to eat, okay? They have a marvelous restaurant."

"Okay."

I asked the waiter for a specific table and we were lucky; it was available.

"Don't tell me, you've been at this exact table with Julie?"

"Yeah, you have a nice view from here."

"Should I wear a wig?"

"A wig?"

"Yeah, and dress like Julie maybe?"

"Rachel, don't be ridiculous..."

"Alex, this has to stop."

"You knew about my past all along."

"Yeah, but I'm not supposed to re-live your life with her. I'm more than willing to make new memories. But I don't want to re-enact what you've experienced with her. I'm Rachel. I'm not some kind of replacement Julie."

"Rachel, I am who I am. Julie is a big part of me and my past."

"So I'm supposed to share you with another woman for the rest of my life?"

"Share me? Well, I don't see it that way."

"I do."

"Well, I can't change that." I was a bit upset now. "If you see it that way, yes, you'll have to share me with my deceased wife. You knew all along how much I've loved her."

"Well, if I have to share you, you better watch this, buster. Maybe this will teach you some things about sharing your spouse," she exclaimed loudly.

I knew that this wasn't easy for her and that it might have been better to be more diplomatic. But this was a sore spot for me too and before I could say anything else, she left the table.

For lunch, the hotel had prepared a buffet. Rachel went there and after a while I decided it was best to follow her, talk to her and calm things down. She was way ahead of me in the line and I saw that a handsome, big man was obviously quite interested in her. He talked to her, she laughed, he touched her arm, she put her hand lightly on his. They almost looked like they were a happy couple. I didn't tend towards jealousy, but this was a little unsettling. I felt my pulse rising a little. Was this some kind of payback?

I watched in mild surprise as they continued to get along quite nicely. They joked and put food on each other's plate, giggling like teenagers. After their plates were filled, they chose a small, two-person table. This sent chills down my back. What was she thinking?

Finally, I was through the line, grabbed a chair from a neighboring table and sat down at theirs.

"Hi, I'm Alex, Rachel's fiancée," I said, while extending my hand to him.

The asshole didn't even acknowledge my presence, let alone looked in my direction or took my hand. I retracted it, which caused Rachel to giggle. That hurt. Damn, she was deliberately trying to hurt me.

"Rachel, what are you doing here?" I started to be seriously annoyed.

People all around us started to notice the scene. This was getting quite embarrassing, but it needed to be done.

Rachel chose to join his game of totally ignoring me. They both seemed to have a jolly good time doing it and continued their conversation about inconsequential things. I stayed at their table out of sheer stubbornness. Retreat wasn't an option, so I endured it, though I felt deeply humiliated.

They talked about lots of things. Their jobs, the hotel, their families. But Rachel managed to totally avoid mentioning me or our upcoming wedding.

"You're such a wonderful woman, Rachel. I'm so glad that we've met here. And I can't believe that you're here all alone."

"Danny, I think you're very attractive, too. And I'm glad that we have been snowed in. I believe we'll have a wonderful time here."

"RACHEL!" I shouted loudly. Everybody looked in our direction now, but I didn't care. They still managed to calmly ignore me. Not exactly the loveliest way to treat a soon-to-be husband, I thought while I was fuming.

After a while Rachel even leaned over the table and kissed him on the mouth. Everybody around us was gasping. That hurt. That really hurt, I felt physical pain as I had to witness that. I'm not prone to violence, so I had no way to physically prevent what was happening. I also was unwilling to leave them alone and retreat in defeat. But she sure would be getting an ear full when we were alone again.

"Rachel, if you prefer to stay with me, you better stop this silly game right now."

"Danny, why don't you show me your room? I think it's kind of noisy in here."

Even this Danny asshole seemed to be a little surprised about her boldness. But of course, he didn't object one bit. They stood up and left, leaving me behind stunned. Finally, without seeing any other options, I went to our room, feeling the stares of the whole restaurant on my back and being completely humiliated. I mean, I could hardly force her physically to stay faithful, could I? If she chose to leave me, there was nothing I could do about it. But I was too stunned and hurt to ponder any long-term consequences at the moment.

I sat in my room for a while, unsuccessfully trying to read. I was furious, hurt, sad, disappointed and most of all totally helpless. I also had serious doubts about the marriage. Finally, my numb brain was able to form an idea. I asked Michael, the nice guy from the reception, to give me Danny's room number. He was very understanding, but told me that he couldn't tell me the room number, even if it was 107.

I dressed in warm clothes and went around the outside of the hotel. 107 was on the ground floor and was visible from the outside, Michael had informed me. I found the room and was surprised to find that they hadn't even bothered to close the curtains. They necked on a sofa, looking very comfortable with each other. But at least I was relieved to see that they were fully clothed. I took a photo with my phone. Outside it was getting darker and the lights in the room were on. After a while, they saw me standing there, looking inside. Rachel gasped at first, then visibly relaxed and pointed at me. They both waved in my direction, smirking and started to kiss again, without doubt for my benefit. I took another photo and left, it was just too much to bear. I was afraid that the disrespect alone was enough to damage our relationship beyond repair.

I waited in my room for an eternity again and was turning into a nervous wreck, unable to do anything and hating me for it. I really would have preferred to be strong and arrogant about this, but unfortunately I still loved the bitch. Late at night I went into the restaurant and saw them sitting there. They looked like a couple; cuddling, kissing, having a good time. I took more photos before I decided to order room service for dinner to avoid further humiliation.

I expected her to come to our room after dinner to mend some fences, but I waited in vain. Around 10 p.m., I went to check their room again. The curtains were closed this time but there were more than enough gaps to peek inside. The lights were on dimly and I could see they were kissing again. I tried to stay calm for the moment and regard the scene as if it didn't concern me. This way I hoped to be able to take more photos without having to puke or to run away.

This plan went down the drain when I had to witness her starting to undress for him. It was a slow, sensuous striptease which hurt me immensely because it was something she had never done for me. Finally, she posed for a while in the nude for him. Turning around or bending forwards, obviously according to his instructions. He pointed at the floor and she knelt in front of him obediently, opened his fly and started to suck him. I somehow managed to take pictures all the time, even though I was going crazy. Although it was damn cold and I started to freeze, I captured their complete fuck session. I left when they were done and cuddled on the sofa.

I went to our room again, cried a little, punched my fist into the bed for a while, uploaded the photos into my cloud drive and finally was able to find some sleep with the help of a sleeping pill.

I woke up at about nine in the morning. Rachel was sitting in the chair and watched me calmly. I didn't say a thing, neither did she. I wasn't mad any more, only sad. Too many could have beens came into my mind. This could have been my wife. We could have had children. All of this had vanished within a few hours.

She didn't even look contrite, I thought. She seemed rather content. Either she was completely unaware of the consequences for our future or she just didn't care. Maybe breaking us up had been the plan all along. She could have done that easier, in a less hurtful way.

"Feeling better now?" she asked.

"No."

"I'm going to spend the day with Danny. And the whole time until we can leave. We've already brought my stuff into his room. Afterwards I will be yours again, at least until you mention Julie again." She explained this very calmly.

"No." I said that in an equally neutral tone.

"It's already decided. Try to have a nice time here."

And with that she just left. I couldn't believe what an arrogant bitch she suddenly had become. Had she changed or had I misjudged her so badly all the time? She obviously didn't mean this to end our relationship, she just wanted to teach me a lesson. No way. Sure, I had been a little thoughtless when I mentioned Julie time and again. But this reaction was in no way appropriate. We're through, I thought. The problem was that I had to stay in the hotel. My urge was to just run. Run from this awful situation, from my feeling of helplessness and humiliation and - most important - from Rachel. But there was nothing I could do. I spent some time just staring at the wall and letting my thoughts run in agonized circles. No, this was leading nowhere. Thinking wasn't going to improve anything, it was just costing me my mental health. I had to distract myself until I could leave this terrible mess behind. Okay, I might as well grab something to eat, I thought.

As I went to breakfast, my new friend Michael stopped me.

"You shouldn't have to endure this. I've been living here for a long time, I know the weather. The roads will be open for a very short time today. I think in about one or two hours you could leave by following the supply truck. We won't tell the other guests about this opportunity for safety reasons. But you're going to make it alright with your 4x4. Around noon the next storm will come up. Then the roads will definitely be blocked for three or four more days. As I said, you should not be forced to endure this. I strongly advise you to leave." He seemed genuinely empathic.

"Thank you, Michael." I meant it and I tipped him well. It felt like he had just saved my life; each second spent here was further eroding my self-worth.

Just having the opportunity to escape made me feel better. I packed my stuff, checked out and waited in my car for the supply truck to leave. It cleared the road a little and could tow me out if I got stuck. But I made it to the highway without the slightest problem.

The drive home was endless. My brain was still trying unsuccessfully to deal with what had just happened and my mood was as foul as the weather. One thing was clear - there would be no wedding, I would cancel everything. The whole mass of meaningless decisions had been totally pointless. That made me feel good. Nobody would ever know if the dessert really was appropriate for a winter wedding.

I had stayed in our home town mostly because of Rachel. I had far better job offers in other areas, among them one particularly nice offer in San Francisco. It had really hurt to turn that one down but Rachel had insisted to stay around her family and I had relented. Now I was free to check if the job was still available. I felt almost relieved, after the horror I had to endure I felt a sense of freedom. New opportunities were opening up in front of me, a whole new life. And for the first time I thought that I had really dodged a bullet. I wasn't married yet and I could just walk away without any penalty. But on the other hand I hadn't proposed to her without a reason. I had loved the damn bitch, really loved her. But her actions at the hotel made leaving her surprisingly easy. Just thinking about the recent events was enough to burn away all feelings of remorse that threatened to surface. I knew that the pain would come, but right then I had to try concentrating on my future.