All Chapters of A love written in the rain: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The rain started at 5:17.Amelia Bennett knew because she had been staring at her phone screen, watching the little bus icon move away from her stop.She’d missed it.The 5:20 bus hissed past, throwing a wave of dirty street water straight over her sneakers. Cold soaked right through to her socks.She just stood there. Red taillights disappearing around the corner.For a second, her throat got tight. That hot, stinging feeling behind her nose that comes right before you cry. She pressed her lips together hard.No. Not here. Not on this sidewalk.In her hand, a paper bag gone soft from the rain. Inside, two bread rolls. That was dinner. For her and Sophie.She had walked the whole downtown today. Three boutiques, two cafes, and that tiny accounting office near the square. She’d smiled until her cheeks hurt.“We’ll keep your resume on file.”“We’ll call you if something opens up.”No one ever called.Her five-dollar umbrella had flipped inside out an hour ago. Useless. Her hair was stuc

Amelia arrived at Hayes & Co. at 8:15 a.m. Forty-five minutes early.She stood outside the glass doors, checking her phone for the twelfth time. Cream blouse, black skirt, borrowed handbag from Sophie because her own "looked like it survived a war."She pushed the doors."Good morning. I'm Amelia Bennett. I start today.""Third floor, project support team is waiting. Welcome!"In the lift, she whispered, "Please don't embarrass yourself."Doors opened — and she almost walked straight into him."Oh! Sorry!"Daniel Hayes. Dark suit. Same serious face from the rain."You're early," he said."Good morning to you too."He glanced at his watch. "It's 8:16.""I know how to read a clock, thank you."His eyebrow lifted. She immediately regretted it. One minute into new job, already arguing with the boss.He stepped into the lift with her. Silence. Painful silence."Do you always come this early?" she asked to break it."Usually.""Why?""Because I have work to do.""Right. Very detailed explan

The problem with feelings, Amelia decided Monday morning, was they never ask permission.They hide inside small things — a kind question, a message checking your hand, a hand held two seconds too long.Then one day you wake up and that person don enter your head without knocking.That was happening to Amelia.She stood before mirror, holding two blouses. Blue or white. White or blue."Oh please," she whispered to herself. "You dey go work, not to see king."She wore white. Then changed to blue. Then back to white.Sophie stood doorway with cereal. "You dey fight with your clothes?""No.""You don change shirt three times. I dey count."Amelia grabbed bag. "No be your business."Sophie laughed. "You dey think about Mr Hayes again!""I dey think say my sister dey talk too much.""You always tell me make I no let handsome face confuse my heart. No forget your own advice o."Amelia softened. Since mama died, she na the one wey dey remember bills, school fees, food. Romance na luxury. Surv

Thomas had chosen a restaurant Amelia could never afford on her own salary.The moment she walked in, she felt out of place. The lights were dim and warm, candles flickered on every table, and soft jazz played in the background. It was the kind of place where couples leaned close and held hands, where laughter was quiet and intimate.Amelia looked down at her dress. It was her best one, a simple blue dress she had bought two years ago for a wedding. Her shoes pinched at the toes because she had walked too much that day. She felt like a child playing dress-up in her mother's clothes."You look lovely," Thomas said when he saw her. And he meant it. His eyes were warm and familiar, the same eyes that had looked at her every day in university.Thomas was safe. He had always been safe. He remembered that she hated sweet cocktails and always ordered lemon water instead. He remembered that she always wanted a window seat because she liked watching people walk past. He remembered how she took

The rain started at 6pm, just like her tears always did.Amelia stood at her window, phone tight in her hand. The job offer letter was glowing on her laptop behind her — her dream, finally. Lagos in 3 weeks.But her chest felt heavy, not happy.She read Daniel's last message again. _Whenever you're ready._He was being... kind. Too kind. And that kindness was making her miss him so much her stomach hurt.She typed fast before she could change her mind: _Can we meet tonight? Café near the bridge. 7pm. Important._He replied in 30 seconds: _I'll be there. Early._*The Café*Daniel was there at 6:50. Two coffees. Hers — milk, no sugar. He always remembered that stupid small thing.The bell rang. Amelia came in, umbrella dripping, cream dress sticking to her legs a little. Beautiful. Tired.He stood up too fast and almost knocked the coffee."Hello, Amelia.""Hello, Daniel."Silence. That painful, awkward silence between two people who used to talk over each other."You remembered," she w