The night before the avalanche, I mentioned that the weather didn’t look great and we might not be able to climb the next day. Frederick snapped, accusing me of targeting Lucia, knowing how much she wanted to see the sunrise over mountain.
Then the avalanche hit.
Now, at this moment, I couldn’t stand watching them any longer. I turned to them, my patience gone.
“You two should just get together already and stop dragging others into your mess.”
I looked straight at Lucia. “I told Frederick that you couldn’t handle climbing the snowy mountains that day, but he insisted on taking you. So, if you’re looking for someone to blame, start there. And aren’t you happy now that we’ve broken up? He’s all yours.”
I then faced Frederick. “And you, Frederick, you’ve been terrible. Our trips never went as planned. The ‘two-person’ trip always became a three-person trip. Beside the trip, you were never on time to pick me up, and every time Lucia called, you’d run off and leave me alone. On top of that, you catered to her every whim—she chose the front seat, the snacks, the hotel. You even cooked for her while your own girlfriend went hungry. Don’t you understand boundaries?”